Twenty Four Hours

I told Mike Moran I wrote a poem about somebody else for once and he said, "Oh, there IS a hole in your ego somewhere." Yep, but it's a very small hole :)

Twenty Four Hours From Now
"Twenty-four hours from now,
All that she wanted was me,"
He said. I said, "Last week?"
"Yes," he said. He meant
Last Sunday. I thought
(But didn't say) Well,
A lot can change
In a few days.