There’s something sweet about small splashing feet, playing in water in the warm sunlight of Sunday’s splendor.

Weekend, lover,

where have you gone?

Leaving me here,

high and dry,

thirsting for more.

Weekend,

quick lover.

You left in such haste.

Where is the fairness

in one sweet taste?

Just give me a few days,

I’ll find you again.

Tangle you up

in all of my plans.

But before I have time

to enjoy you for long.

I’ll look up once more

to see that you’re gone.