FAWM 2021 #10: Wrong Week

Riff on lines from a favorite movie.

Lyrics

It was on Monday, doing laundry, found your picture in a pocket;
And then on Tuesday, how ironic, found myself sniffing back tears;
Then came Friday, bought your favorite flowers at the market;
And all day Saturday, our song wormed itself into my ears

Looks like I picked ... the wrong week ... to quit missing you.
My heart has .... sprung a leak, and now I'm falling again.
Now I can barely speak, and I don't know what I'll do.
This was the wrong damned week ... to quit... missing you.

I tell myself surely (don't call me Shirley!) I can do better;
Instead my cheeks only get wetter.

Looks like I picked ... the wrong week ... to quit missing you.
My heart has .... sprung a leak, and now I'm falling again.
Now I can barely speak, and I don't know what I'll do.
This was the wrong damned week ... to quit... missing you.

I know I Otto get my self together some how;
I know I should, but that's not important now.

Looks like I picked ... the wrong week ... to quit missing you.
My heart has .... sprung a leak, and now I'm falling again.
Now I can barely speak, and I don't know what I'll do.
This was the wrong damned week ... to quit... missing you.

This was the wrong damned week ... to quit... missing you.

© 2021 Tres Seaver