Semaines d’ automne

Monday comes when life will go on without the prospect of ever seeing you.
Monday comes when there will be no chance of running into you.
Monday comes when you will never ever think of me again.
Monday comes when it will all be in the past.
Monday comes when I will no longer dream.
And I do not know how I will ever see Tuesday without being able to dream.
Tuesday comes when I will notice that all this time I have been sleeping and waking up alone.
Tuesday comes when I will listen to songs all night long.
Tuesday comes when I will revisit the memories.
Wednesday comes when I will decide to make a fresh start.
Thursday comes when I will laugh at other people’s jokes.
Friday comes when I will go out and see other people living their lives like you do.
Saturday comes when I will drink down the week.
Sunday comes when I decide that ” tomorrow it will all be better” .
And then Monday comes when life will go on without the prospect of ever seeing you.