Because There Was Still Time, by Stacey Murphy

Because there was still time
      He leaned against the running parking meter
      Getting his money’s worth.

Because there was still time
      A last stolen slow dance.

Because there was still time
     They walked slowly through the meadow 
     Fingertips brushing tall grass
     Furtive sideways glances.

Because there was still time
     One more story to fill the silence.

Because there was still time
     Cutting extra zinnias to fill out the bouquet.

Because there was still time
     We wasted it deciding what to do.