for years.
it was in ink.
a standing date.
we never questioned why
or how it got that way.
tuesday was our night
to meet and catch up,
shoot the breeze.
we both
had other lives to attend to
and
we never
crossed a line.
there was no me and mrs. jones
going on.
no thing going on.
just a friend. a tuesday friend.
and that's all it was.
so sad
that it had to end.
when saturday came around
and drew her
line in the sand.
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