Wine & Chocolate

Wine & Chocolate
          or...... Calling in Sick

Monday now.
Another shipment on the dock today.
Another long and painful day.
Another shift of emptiness since hope went away.
Maybe I'll just call in sick today.

Tuesday now.
The alarm goes off, and I'm tired because the sun still isn't up.
Across the ocean, the sun still hasn't set and I think you're eating dinner with him in some French cafe.
The alarm keeps beeping and I'm thinking of you.
Maybe I'll just call in hurt today.

Wednesday now.
The letter you wrote me came in today, and you said you were sorry, that you're happy now.
The postmark says you sent it last week, Monday, and I think my back was hurting that day.
Twenty tons of European wine and chocolate to move at work today.
Maybe I'll just call in confused today.

Thursday now.
I saw your mom at the store today, and she gave me some wine and chocolate you sent her.
I watched "Alice in Wonderland" last night, and I wonder what you're doing today.
Boss left a message wanting me at work early.
Maybe I'll just call in afraid today.

Friday now.
I'm laying in the sun and the warmth on bare skin makes me sleepy.
A dog sniffs at me, curious, and I stick out my hand to pet him.
The dog's owner whistles, waving, and I smile and wave back.
Maybe I'll just call in content today.

Saturday now.
Another week gone and now a day off.
Another shipment on the dock today.
You called and we talked for a moment, and you sounded good.
I smiled when you said goodbye.
Maybe I'll go in to work today.