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.