On Monday when I thought of you, br I saw you for a while, br I saw the twinkle in your eyes, br I saw that gentle smile. br br On Tuesday when I thought of you, br You had a heavy frown. br There was no twinkle in your eyes, br Your smile was upside down br br On Wednesday I thought of you. br It seemed you'd moved away. br Your image was much smaller, br The picture turning grey. br br On Thursday when I thought of you, br I had a job to see. br A swirling mist surrounded you, br Hid most of you from me. br br On Friday when I saw you, br It was just as I had feared; br I mostly saw the swirling mist. br You'd almost disappeared. br br On Saturday I saw you last, br A speck inside a blur. br I wanted so to bring you back br And see you as you were br br But Sunday came and you were gone. br Blind was my inner eye, br Though through the space of nothingness br I thought I heard you cry.