Every day without you breaks me, Fridays echo a silent void, For that's the day they took you from me, Our bond disrupted, dreams destroyed. I sit at your bench, where we remember, Watching that road, dark and wide. I stand by your wall, feeling your warmth, Kissing the ground where you last lied. Each day chips away at my heart, But Fridays, they pierce like a thief. Oh, that Friday, that relentless start— Marked forever in my grief.