another week passes by

seven days sink into one long wait

I refresh the page, asking why

the silence chooses me for its weight

monday dissolves into friday

friday slips just as fast

I promise myself maybe next week

like patience can be asked to last

hope doesn’t vanish overnight

it thins until it’s hard to see

each quiet hour steals its light

leaving only routine and me

still, I picture you ahead

imagining where all this waiting lead

another week passes by…

another week passes by…