Another Monday almost gone

sitting at a red light, I consider the dawn.

Thoughts are spinning in my head,

of things I did, and things I said.

The weekends once again a blur

At least this time I thought of her.

The her I mean is me, myself

The one who comes after everyone else.

Yoga, massage, and time to think.

As refreshing as a soothing drink.

Then Sunday came and erased my peace,

But caused my love of family to increase.

Then back at work I went,

Replete and full, my heart content.