You had dreams,
hopes, and plans,
and schemes,
for the weekend.

Communication?
All I saw was a schedule
that read of frustration.
Your time table was full.

So I made another arrangement,
knowing your first priority.
It wasn’t my first bent,
but it matched with yours, evidently.

And now you’re rejecting me. It’s unkind
to toss me aside when I can’t read your mind.