Byron George
Sep 13 · 2 min read
Photo by Josh Sobel on Unsplash

Our Future

Don’t leave me to ponder
On Fridays, to wonder,
Time on my hands
To write,
To read,
To plot,
And to plan.

My God did I miss you this weekend
I’ve done nothing else but edit, write, and pontificate,
All the while I have thought of you and our time ahead.
I’ve angered old friends, but seen it coming…