Lunch Break

One quiet after-lunchtime, I beg "Don't go."

as you untangle yourself; we've had the extra

seconds, and then some. Real life hovers

in the background, demanding attention. Your alibi

starts to look unlikely; it's time to get back to the boss.

out the door you go

frowning, you're off

Longing for your return, I clean up our idyll

Out there can stay filthy; in here, that won't do.

Vaguely wondering, a roast or chicken kyiv?

Evening falls before you get home.