A Week Apology

It’s hard to say

How this can stay

And still be called

“Weekly Wordplay”

When weeks go by

And yet still I

Have nothing up.

It’s disarray.

I know that this

Blog’s been amiss.

So empty like

A white abyss,

And yet the name

Has stayed the same.

Thus in my duties

Am remiss.

But that’s my way.

I seize the day;

Poems are work

And I must play.

Yet here’s a proffer

From your author

So you won’t sigh

While he’s away:

Though now I slack,

One day I’ll track

Down the time to

Bring poems back

Into this blog

So you can hog

The verbal joy

This blog now lacks.

In the meantime,

Please know that I’m

Working on something

Worth the rhyme -

My thoughts refined,

My words designed

To make my two cents

Worth a dime.

Paid Passage

Our friends are at the bus’s front.

We’re sitting at the back;

The girl I like and I ‘cause of

The way bus seating’s stacked.

We’re all coming back from a trip

At the beach this weekend.

I think she’s letting on to me

That we could be more than friends.

The bus ride drags. Everyone’s tired.

She turns to me with a groggy smile.

And cuddles up to my side,

Resting on me for the long bus ride.

I feel the warmth and trust from her

That I’ve wanted so much.

I hope she feels it for me too

In her caring, gentle touch.

We can make each other happy

Away from all our friends

If you’re there, God, please make sure that

This bus ride never ends.

Rest stop comes. She’s now awake.

She flirts with a friend on the bathroom break.

Back on the bus, my heart is dead;

I find her cuddling with him instead.

I find a seat up at the front.

Can’t sleep ‘cause my heart kills.

My friend asks to use my pillow.

I ask for sleeping pills.

We trade our things, and I think how

We both are nonchalant

In giving to each other just

So we get what we want

Mutually selfish in

Our generosity.

Thinking only of ourselves

In reciprocity.

I’m woken up when we arrive.

I find that I’m not hurt

That, when getting off the bus,

She has a newfound flirt:

There will be others in my life.

She’ll have hers filled with men.

We all still need someone to have

That warm feeling again.