The Postponement

It hurt my heart to watch his face reflect
his disappointment with our game delay.
His mother made the pair of us expect
we’d have tonight for unmolested play.
It wasn’t my idea – I didn’t say
let’s go again so soon. He didn’t seek
it either, but our plans were chased away
by self-absorbent parents, for a week.


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