Milestones

Sitting on the boulevard on monday
She stared at the turn in the road he tread
For he would come by again
He did, and like any other day, simply said:

"Don't wait for me here on mondays
I only come by to meet the priest
And if I were to meet and talk to you
It'll have to be a weekend atleast.."

Walking away as he said those words
She glanced at the space so hollow
Hoping he would give another look
So she could come again tomorrow..

Sitting at the fountain edge on tuesday
She stared at the cart pulling in ahead
And as he stepped out into the open
He shook his head and said:

"Don't wait for me here on tuesdays
Its the day of the beast
It'll dishonour him to talk to you today
Have patience till the weekend atleast.."

Turning to the park as he said those words
She put her face to her hands in sorrow
Just another 3 days to wait
And then there is always tomorrow..

Sitting at the flower shop on wednesday
She stared at the store where he earned his bread
He worked and toiled quietly all day
And during lunch stopped by and said:

"Don't wait for me here on wednesdays
I hold a reputation and have no time to feast
A gossip can't keep you company
So count down till the weekend atleast.."

Wiping his brow as he crossed the street
She smiled hard through her woe
And shrugging her shoulders in belief she thought
Not far away is a tomorrow..

Sitting by the river on thursday
She stared as he cast out his fishing net
Crouching under the tree ,waiting,
He softly touched her shoulder and said:

"Don't wait for me here on thursdays
The waters do not offer the least
You might be tired and bored
So go home till the weekend atleast.."

As he turned to the banks
And retired to the river winding low
Keeping an eye on his face, she sighed
Well, lets just see tomorrow..

Sitting at the rainbows edge on friday
She stared into the fields far away
The clouds of expectations bled and bled
While tending his cow, he looked at her and said:

"Don't wait for me here every friday
You can have a life so neat
Take control, leave me for now
Let me work the fields till the weekend atleast.."

As he went back to the farming
She helped him pick up the plough
Gathering her things,walking away, she giggled
I'll be back tomorrow..

Sitting in glory as the blessed weekend dawned
She stared at the clock all day
For he was to walk the aisle with her
And for the final time say:

"Don't wait for me here every weekend
It is fate which we cannot cheat
For I am meant to be with you forever
And no more lonely weekends atleast.."

As they turned to the screaming crowd
Rejoicing the pompous show
He said in a tone so warm, "I do..
And will also do so tomorrow..."