My Tuesday routine,
This is the day where I go with the flow,
Nothing is planned,
Except I go to that table in the morning,
I do that everyday.
My Wednesday routine,
I visit the table,
Now it's no longer an object but a person to me,
I visit that then I head to the shops,
I never buy anything,
I don't have any money,
But I don't mind.
Thursday is the day where I have to do something starting with a 'T',
Weird I know,
But it's fun,
I still visit that table,
But after that its unknown.
Friday is the same as Monday,
A strict routine is followed,
I head to a different cafe however,
I don't get a drink,
I buy food,
I buy lasagna,
I buy that every time,
And sometimes I order pasta,
But that is on a special occasion.
Saturday and Sunday,
I stay home for them two days,
unless I feel the need to visit the table.
That's my week,
Every week,
Every month,
But all those days this week,
I couldn't just sit at my table,
I had to wait,
I had to wait for him to leave,
For him to move out of my spot,
He always gets there before me,
I even try to leave super early,
But he is still there.
It's Sunday now,
I'm going to sit at my table,
he isn't there today,
But,
There is someone else sitting at my table,
Doing the same thing as the other guy.
I'm not waiting this time,
I'm going to speak to this other guy,
I want my table back.