Edweir knew she came
To the cafeteria for her
Lunch each day and usually

Sat in the same place if
She could and this day
She is sitting there with

That blue dress on the one
That shows the valley
Between her ******* and

Her hair frames her face
In such a way and he tries
To sit so he can see her so

And turn away his head
If he thought she might
Gaze his way but now she

Sits in pensive mood as some
Women do her hands holding
The glass her thoughts seeming

Far away and he wonders if
Maybe she has grown tired
Of her work up in Dawlish’s

Office or maybe has is often
Rumoured Dawlish had soft
Touched her where it’s known

By those in the know he is
Often want to go or maybe
She thinks of some other thing

An evening date with some sad  
****** or some schmuck who
Only wants to drink and ****

Now she pauses and sips from
The glass and deeply sighs oh
How he would love to go and

Embrace her and say anything
I can do to help and run a finger
Along her face but now she stares

At him and he feels a creepy finger
Up and down his spine and her eyes
Wash over him in cold disdain while

Outside the skies are blue and the sun
Shines warmly with no sign of rain.