Tuesday—
  another day
  slidin' by slow,

  easy like that first sip when the lime hits just right.

I'm not makin' declarations,
  not puttin' a name on anythin',

  not droppin' any letters we ain't ready to pick up yet.

Just sayin'—
  it's Cinco-adjacent,
  clouds fillin' the sky,
  the Sun's hangin' lazy,
  my accent’s leanin' DFW,
  my thoughts keep driftin'
  sometimes south, toward PV…

  but mostly east, toward you.

No big deal.
  Just Tuesday.

Just me,
  quietly admittin'
  you're kinda stuck in my head… (como siempre)

  and it's a real nice place to be stuck.

Me gustas, Mari. (me gustas mucho)

Simple.
Easy.
True enough to type out loud.
Soft enough for Tuesday mornin'.