I arrived late
to the place I always go to on Monday nights.
I felt guilty
because they kind of expect me.
I’m something of a big deal around the place.
I only got there an hour late
and I didn’t miss anything important
but people might have been worried.

I could have warned someone.
I didn’t think I’d be so late, is the thing.

I’ll try not to let it happen again
but I know it’s gonna happen in two weeks time.
I guess I better give better warning
or maybe become less of a big deal.