Work is a bore
But the way you smile
You laugh
Makes it worth every minute.
Your voice beckons home,
If only circumstances were different.
I have already made the error
Of mixing work and pleasure
Some things are better left untouched
My feelings slowly fade,
As I try to shut out your smile
Your sweet laugh
My insides twist
As late at night
My mind insists
That I wasn’t right
I block it out.
And move on.
Work is a bore
It tears away at me
Every shift with you.
But then she appears.
As if out of nowhere
Cheerful, and bubbly,
Eyes sparkling of adventure
Hours of laughter
Plays on her lips
She walks off
I stifle a smile.
I already can’t wait
To see her again.
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