Between the Pink Flowers
Between the Pink Flowers
I'll meet you there
on the bench we share
that sits between the pink flowers.
We'll talk and smile
for just a little while,
wishing it could be for hours.
And then off we'll go
because we must you know.
Duty calls us in a very loud voice.
Say goodbye to the sun.
Work needs to be done.
We have no say in the matter,
no choice.
But the time we meet
might not be as sweet
if it filled all the time that we own.
These moments we share
are precious and rare,
and make worthwhile
the time spent alone.
