Dinner at eight | #NaPoWriMo | Day 6

Scurrying through his day

Trying to get through
Every tiny detail
As best he could do
On the other side
She too was trying
With all her might
To finish all her work
Within the deadline
They weren’t meant
To be together
And no one around
Approved either
Yet, despite the hatred
Their love was on the rise
Some days were tough
Others, a piece of cake
I won’t tell you why
They all found it wrong
Because truth remains
It’s neither my place
Nor yours to say
For now, the only
Thing I know
Is that they have
A dinner reservation
At Eight.

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