Waiting For Monday

When I was 10 years old, in December of my 5th grade year. one of my closest friends committed suicide. A few months later, an older cousin of mine that I'd always looked up to did the same thing. Both of their acts took place over weekends... and I had seen both of them the friday of. The last thing my friend had told me was that he would see me monday. So, that's what I'm waiting for.