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.

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