I don't like Mondays

I'm feeling quite down today. It's the same as usual on a Monday. Getting up at 5am to head back across to Sheffield from Liverpool is never easy. Today it seemed to sting more than ever tho. The weekend with Hannah was like living normal life in Liverpool. That may not make a lot of sense, but essentially it wasn't like visiting, it was like it was my home. I really want to be living there already and I just never seem to be able to see clearly enough to envisage it happening, tho I really am determined to make it happen. I just get sad when I'm back in South Yorkshire, counting the sleeps until I'm back by the Mersey. I'm wishing my life away. Hannah is too. But with the demands of her PGCE course and the financial restrictions on me we have no option but to wait for the right time.

Doesn't mean I'm not sick of waiting.

5am is no time to leave my lover
Waving in the darkness
Shrouded in the red glow of my brake lights
I am empty before the day begins
Driving on automatic pilot
Lost in the weekend
Heart still in bed