By Tonny Wandella
Wednesdays like when it was in May
Wednesday I could here foot-steps very gay
Wednesday you can light the candle if you may
Wednesday the touch was soaked; it rained
Wednesday I needed to see a face along the way
Wednesday in the six of a dusk
Wednesday by the light beside the dark
Wednesday on the road that wept
Wednesday it was a voice: her voice
Wednesday that led me amiss
Wednesday my space was tight
Wednesday fumed and I choked
Wednesday she broke some bottles
Wednesday it rained; we lost the battle
Wednesday whistling in the whirl wind in the day
Wednesday may it always linger
Wednesday while it was somber I reminisced
Wednesday that crafted such longing
Wednesday in the six of a dusk
Wednesday like it was in may