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You called me a Tuesday—
"Not quite the start, not weekend sway"
I laughed like I didn’t mind
But held that line behind my spine
If I’m a Tuesday, you were dawn
Too bright to hold, but never gone
I learned to like the in-between
Where names mean more than what they mean
Your metaphors still haunt the air
I breathe them in like morning’s dare
You spoke in riddles, paused with flair
Each word a shrug, each glance a dare
But Tuesday stuck, and I’ve been known
To dance alone, with days you've thrown