129: Lunchtime

Elbows on the table, hands covering my face
I close my eyes and think of you.

I struggle to block out the sounds of lunchtime chatter
The voices distract me from being with you.

Twenty minutes is too short, but three weeks feels so long
I need this precious time to remember you.

This is my time to wrap myself up in warm memories
To savour them and be nourished by you.

Work beckons and I must end my reverie
Time sped by so quick I am loathe to leave you.

It’s amazing how time races or slows in opposition to your wish
If only I could get three weeks to go as quick.

Lady Satellite