Anxiety writ large on her face
As time ticked away at the bar
No sign of her dinner date
Traffic jam? Caught at work?
Simply late?
She'd waited alone for two hours
When he turned up, bearing sad garage flowers
Postscript
She didn't listen to his explanations
Just asked for water for the wilting carnations
©cih17, 01.11.17
starcline - less a blog, more a derailed train of thought
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- clinestar
- Part time poet, full time librarian, student of the delights of milk chocolate. Likes books, milk, paddling, poetry, scribbling, chocolate, notebooks, sea, piers. Not necessarily in that order. All work copyright cih.