It hardly seems right,
It doesn’t seem fair
That weekends just crush me
Without you here.
The butcher chirps, “just one?”
As I pick out my steak.
His words cut right through me…
Sharp. Deep.
I find things to do,
And places to go.
I’ll work on his playlist
And let the tears flow.
But our weekend fun time
Has vanished like that.
My bike gathers cobwebs
While I wonder what
Happens next.