Poem

I wrote this on Friday, not sure what to call it. Here it is with a working title:

Sh-Sh

Even as i go through others
again and again
day after day
each monotonous
in her own way
It's all about you

I may not sound
like a spiritual man
But daily i long
for divine unity
with you

Each day
passes
leaving me
disappointed
that you have
not arrived

I ride the bus
on a Friday
tired from
a long week
that followed
a long week

As I complete a full faced yawn
I am consoled by knowing that
from tonight till tomorrow night
I will spend my time
with you - so holy
you - so good
Shabbos