We kept missing each other,

            Not by design,

            It just seemed to turn out that way

            Even though we both lived close to the park,

            On the border of the park

            With its pond, where all paths converge

            What a shock to see you at the funeral –

            I felt sorry for us

            Having to endure the tears and exaggerations,

            The cut flowers

            As we kept missing each other

            So efficiently one would think

            It was by design