An Incomplete Weekend

Long was the journey
Long,
And empty.
An incomplete fellowship
To a facade of adventure
Frolicking,
J-walking,
Ale drinking,
Sucker Punching--
All for naught,
For all was incomplete
Without our Boss.
Though the sun shone
Upon our party
It shone but partly
For we were only partly there
Without our Boss.
Boss Tweej.

This was a spontaneous poem I wrote for Tweej. It was written out of guilt, as she guilted me about Jon leaving her a poem about her absence, but not me.  I thought it was decent for being written in only 5 minutes.