It’s Thursday in the springtime… mornings dark and new.

I can’t say I ever loved her, but my feelings kinda grew.

There’s a black cat on my rooftop. And I’ll be leaving soon.

I’ve made and packed the lunches. We all dine from bags at noon.

I’ll be driving out to Pearson. Arrivals coming from JFK.

It is Thursday in the Springtime. Waiting for the light of day.