Blue Monday, your shadow wears my face,
neon rain drips through the veins of the clock.
I rewind your goodbye like a broken cassette—
every hiss is a kiss that never stops.
The bed is an ocean, the sheets are a reef,
I drown in the echo of your last breath.
Monday bleeds blue, Tuesday pretends,
but the week just loops where your absence ends.
I press my pulse to the windowpane,
waiting for frost to spell your name.