There she goes,
She will be back on Monday
She didn’t tell, which Monday
Opening Monday pass,
Next Monday follows the first Monday
Another Monday, joins the two Mondays
When the quarter Monday came
It was able to join the former Mondays
Then on the sixth Monday,
She came back home
On the actual equivalent Monday that she destined
That disordered him, when she port.
She assumed; honey I will be back on Monday
Now, he inquires himself
Was I sophisticated, about the world not true?
Since when,
Could something feasibly card me?
If not, then what was it?
She attained, this time
Softly, she will find a notification of a scar
That she will not tell, what triggered it
By then, she will be the lone, who will be incapable to ask
When the retorts, will form a queue for her
In wrong rails
Nil, will hit them
