Hasn't it come round quickly,
Our celebrated once a year lunch.
We sit together in a crowded canteen
And ignore everyone - the whole damn bunch.
We pretend we are a couple
And flirt and flirt some more
We can't kiss, we can't touch
But we both know the score.
And when the lunch is over
We'll go back to our lives
As bloody platonic best friends
As we each have a husband and wife.
So until next year my darling
We'll carry on as friends
I wonder is this forever
Or will our fairytale have a good end.
Copyright Anna C Croft (21st July 2010)