DVerse: What day is it anyway?

Friday’s Call

I woke up this fine morning 
thinking it was spring 
I thought I heard you calling 
the phone, I heard it ring. 

You only call on Sunday 
or maybe not at all 
I hate to think I missed you 
it’s only that one call.  

So now I sit here thinking 
of what to say to you 
the next time that you call me 
I think I’ll have the flu. 

Don’t call me on a Monday 
I’ve got my chores to keep 
Don’t call me on a Tuesday 
my answer machine will beep.  

Don’t call me on a Wednesday 
I’d hate to miss you then 
Don’t call me on a Thursday 
I’ll not remember when. 

So if you call on Friday 
I’ll wait right by the phone 
To answer all your questions 
now that I am alone.  

©2020 CBialczak

For https://dversepoets.com/2020/02/04/what-day-is-it-anyway/