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.”