Across the hallways
And gaps between our desks
Floats ghosty stuff
Grey residues of
Attempts to connect
And miscommunications

I lean over to address
Then move back to accept
Nothings going to happen
The clock will tick
Without my intervention
It's clear for now
For just a moment

05/19/2010

Author's Note: I feel like I'm about to start writing a lot of poetry again. It's strange how it comes and goes.

Posted on 05/19/2010
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