Borrowed Book

The borrowed book lies half unread
Lips sealed and words unsaid
Goodbyes hide in sinner’s shrift
Delayed by a stolen gift.

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Lucky the bailiff called

Lucky the bailiff called today,
Otherwise we would never have known
You were leaving for Nepal.

We’d have missed a beautiful sunset,
So beautiful we all linked arms and
Walked backwards to the tug boat
To eat chips and sip hot chocolates
And exchange poems for sweets.