Better than Wednesday

The sun came back out, 
and I'm so happy.

I blinded myself in the sun, 
came inside stumbling, 
searching for the light that the sky had held. 

Everything was washed over dark, 
and the faint breeze of the AC felt artificial against my neck,
I was waiting for the hot tinge of the sun to come back.

But through the years of life, 
I knew that I would have to wait until the ring of the 3:20 bell.

I have found that working inside on bright spring Fridays,
will lay itself down as a deep cut regret through the middle of my belly,
fearing that I will miss all the first kisses of a hot spring sun on my shoulders.

5/4/2018