“Got to go” he
said
Lisa thought that
was so strange
To abandon her
“It must me his
work”
She said walking
to the bus
To take her back
home
Once a week they
met
Always in his
hour’s lunchtime
From his job in
town
They’d walk hand
in hand
In the botanic
garden
Near to the town
centre
The shaded arbour
Where they kissed
in secret
Their favourite
place
In late afternoon
He gave her a
call at home
She feared what
he’d say
“Can we meet
tonight?
We can go out for
a meal”
Her heart now
lifted
The table for two
Allowed him to
hold her hands
And propose to
her
So she knew at
once
That he had
little time midday
To arrange it all
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