Office Blues

Written last June 30, 2011. When awkwardness settles in from 8-6pm, along the chilled room air and cramped office spaces.

The space
that eats the silence
between us
 
longs for a reprieve:
 
you breathe,
I tap away -
these seconds
are a chunk of eternity.
 
The tables - ah, the tables.
They envy us
as we swivel, no -
we dance -
 
starting and ending
in awkward stance.
Strange, isn’t it,
how these papers,
neatly stacked,
look at us,
 
offering letters
of resistance
that we cannot speak of.
 
Notice how your eyes
shine in glass walls.
Notice too,
how my palms clasp
the table finish.
 
My will (never) breaks.
 
(virtual) Conversations
are of the past;
some tell me they kill.
So does your sigh.
 
The space
that holds (your) anger,
never falters.
 
I shut down,
you sign out.
 
 
Tomorrow, awaits.

Author's Note

be kind :)

Reviews

[S]

There is a truth in your depiction of strained interactions
you breathe,
I tap away -
these seconds
are a chunk of eternity.

I feel, & this is just my personal opinion (& you can completely ignore it) that the first half of the poem is stronger than the last half.

But that said- this is a good poem with interesting imagery.

[Chesney W.]

i honestly like this ,, such truth behind the words.... awesome write!