Unarrived

Central-Park

The day you were not there
I came to visit
A grey, damp morning you missed
My unannounced arrival

Lunch was as usual at noon
You did not show
I asked how you were
You did not answer
Peevishly I left the cafe
Waiting for your angry replies

We both should be here
But absence is the message
We deliver regularly
To the wrong address
If the body is a battleground
Were we generals or privates?

You learn from despair as it ages
More from youth once it’s past
What you wanted, I wanted
Is now out of reach

I’m still expecting you
When will you not come?

Posted in Romance.