I waited where he said, but he didn’t come.
So after a bit I walked into the park
and watched the squirrels
and the ducks on the lake.
When I returned to the meeting place
he was furious and said
he hadn’t been able to get away
and why hadn’t I waited?
Well, I was tired of being
the fag-end of someone else’s life,
so I went and watched the squirrels again
and drew a big black line under him.
© Gillian Peall