The Stranger

She waits for him, 

Each day at four

There she stands

At the garden gate

Still silent steps

While her thoughts 

A crying child

Run up and down.

Everyday he comes

At ten past four

Leaving again

Eleven minutes later

Except for today

When he knocks

On her door

At twenty past three.

She tells him:

“Please go away,

My friend is due

Some time soon.”