Weekend

A weekend in heaven

both enjoyed and blissed,

today is Monday…

my God, how she’s missed.

Babbling with happiness

I called on the phone,

speaking words so foreign

feeling lost and alone.

What’s become of me

Filled with anxiety and doubt,

faltering and confused

I feel I must shout.

Gary R. Cramer

February 9, 1981

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