Monday Yet

A little poem about having a crush on a coworker and thus being excited for Mondays.

Is it Monday yet?
Two days is so long
to not fix something for you
if something goes wrong
I don't have your number
so I've no way to ask
All these little questions
while completing a task
I work hard to rest
yet I can't stay still
Thoughts of you wake me
like a vanilla latte will
I'm not working the mines
but it's like I found a diamond
Work doesn't feel like work
if I get shards of your-time-in

Author's Note

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