we had left the sofa

we had made ourselves commute

we had adulted

 

miss you

work would be our comfort zone

we’d revel in the numbness

we’d glory in the boring

 

we’d play nice

we’d dress as if we meant it

black skirt, black tights, bright blouse

we’d fit right in, no one could tell

 

 the tables wouldn’t tumble

 

life would have a rhythm

in at nine, leave at five

days marked by the email ping

 

we’d be the girl

 

there’d be a cheery morning natter

although the folders greeting us

would be dark and dull and green

 

we were meant to be

it’d be alright

we’d have a place

admin would make us real

 

miss me

…………………….

Danielle Salvadori