Last Saturday was relatively nice.
She didn’t criticize or “should,” the way
she has for ages. I heard no advice
last Saturday.

And that was why my heart began to sway
to softness. My defenses then were ice
exposed to summer sunlight’s noon display.

The time I spent did not exact a price
that I could not afford – my sole dismay
anticipated grief, to be precise,
last Saturday.

(Roundel)