Tomorrow We Can Try Again

I saved you a seat, my friend
On our favorite park bench
You know the one – just around the bend
Near the creek with the ducks
Where children toss flecks of bread
Well, your cider’s gone cold
And the leaves have gone red
And I’m not sure how long I’ve been sitting here
And I don’t think you’d forget
But you promised me your Tuesdays
A morning talk to clear my head
Now I’m just talking to myself
And some passers-by I’ve never met
Well I do wish you’d hurry
Before the week is done and spent
There’s so much to remember
And so much to forget
Maybe we meant to do this yesterday
I can’t remember what we said
Well, I’m sorry if I left you alone like this
Maybe tomorrow we can try again

Photo by Annie Spratt on Unsplash