On a Wednesday

Written By: Cynthia Sandoval

On a Wednesday you are heading somewhere, and I don’t really know for sure. But I get myself dressed, and put on the day, with a smile. I act as though as if I don’t know

On a Wednesday, there are people that call, and say to me, how I am

I tell them all is well, and I deeply believe it

Today I am beaming with excitement, because this time you choose to spend it with me.

How I wish I could express to you all the feelings I have but something always holds me back.

Maybe today I’ll push past what my gut is screaming, and my smile will actually be genuine, and I would have looked back at myself in the mirror, and hugged me with my eyes, truly understanding, there was never any deception.

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