Reminder

My phone dinged a reminder,

The subject of this poem,

A simple message and it said:

“9:30 Flying home.”

 

See, I had planned to be away

Upon a river cruise.

My husband, though, had gotten sick

And so, for weeks, my views

 

Were of the buildings I can see

Within my neighborhood

Instead of little charming towns

As I had hoped I would.

 

We canceled all that we had booked –

The flights, the room, the tours

And waited ‘til at last, my husband

Ventured out of doors.

 

He’s better now, but never could have

Done the things we’d planned.

I’ve put it all behind me, but

My phone can’t understand.