We are Calendars

I will be Saturday
you will Sunday
count down the days til the weekend

But today I am Tuesday
not a me-and-you day
I had too much to say,
so our weekend blew away

but tomorrow I'm a new day

For Wednesday is a cleansed day
breathe in, hold it, let it out slow
and Thursday? such a blursday
time travels when I let myself flow
if Friday is a cry day
use it, write it, dance it out
cause the week's end is when the weak mend,
only then will Saturday and Sunday come about