He used to think that weekends
were for relaxing
by the pool
and praying to a God
who didn't understand
about things
he didn't understand
or want to.
He used to think he wasn't alone
with himself
At least he harbored an illusion
of group living
that allowed him to ignore
the voices
in his heart of hearts.
After a marriage
Loneliness becomes an art form
and weekends carry with them
Grand Canyon sized mental scenery
while we travel in a small plane
through eons of rock formations
and centuries of change.
Now he knows what weekends are for
and he doesn't have anyone
yet
to do it with.
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