Just Passing By
It was a couple of years ago now when I first called in.
Just passing by on the way home.
A paper, cheese snips to eat in the car, and some wine for later.
Smiling, cheerful, happy … brightening up the end of the day.
It became a habit, even though you weren’t always there.
But good when you were – even though it was just a few words in passing.
I used to say to myself … wistfully … if only it was 30 years ago.
I wouldn’t have simply passed on by, but stopped.
And asked if we could talk for longer.
But it isn’t then ... it’s now.
So it will always be … just passing by.