This Afternoon

In her mumbled mouth
she asks me not to go.
I am not one to turn away love when I see it.
I tell her I will come back
and I must be true.

I have my lunch
where all the no-nonsense people eat,
the scary, shined up people paid with real pay,
who argue for themselves.

I return to her as promised
where she lay suspended in a bed;
but I won't stay long and promise
tomorrow.