hasta domingo, solita la semana sin ti

[spook_easy]

another sunday night is in the wings
another week has gone with flashes sin palabras,
esperando.
tonight over smoke we will speak with
very different tongues,
(and arms, and eyes)
and tomorrow it will all begin again,
una semana nueva.
and i will drive to work with flashes
and lonely the week with reminders of your smell
in hopes that soon It will happen more than once,
if at all.