As time goes on, things seem okay.
You say we are no more,
Yet we still reside in the same household
Until Thursday.

Come Thursday, time is no more.
It will no longer be.
We will no longer be.

Painful it is,
I will never be chosen
As that is what it seems.

Come Thursday,
I hope we can be.
However if we will not be,
That is okay.

I would do anything,
To go back to that first Thurday.
And change all that once was,
For the better.
For you. For us.

Your happiness is what matters most
To me.

Come Thursday....

Come with what should be.