Our Girl Friday

When Friday comes (as come she must)
She’ll drag her finger through the dust
That we’ve accumulated on
Our souls these weeks that she’s been gone.
When Friday (workday version)’s here
She’ll laugh out loud to see the fear
Three weeks without her presence burned
Upon our faces. Though we learned
That Thursday works in times of stress,
A week without a Friday’s less
Endurable than those she’s kissed.
Three cheers for Friday! She’s been missed.