Why not Wednesday?

She got me the moment I walked in the door.
I hung my head down as I replied,
“It’s not done.”

Hint of shame in my voice,
an awkwardness to my withdrawn stance,
knowing I have done wrong.

I shifted uncomfortably in my seat
as she said,
“That explains it.”

Although her voice lacked judgment,
I knew I had done wrong,
and that was enough.

Too bad it won’t stop me from procrastinating tonight.

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