Passenger

Took a woman for a date,

But I arrived late,

Apologising like a child.

This was my fate.

She said ‘Don’t bother

This place is great.’

I took the menu;

Let’s go wild,

The most expensive

Bottle of wine,

That was fine.

Then she became pensive;

A matter of time

I suppose.

Are you for real?

Just an idea you create

Depending on your state of mind.

I am the passenger.

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