I keep my back to her as I talk
with the others in the office,
She stirring behind me,
and the rustle of paper,
the sound of annoyance
frustration
I have invaded her space
I’m Harry Potter
With my cubby hole
Beneath the stairs
And have no place
On this floor
And she knows it
Nobody owns this world
But she may own
The people who
Occupy it,
Painful to me
To watch her
Flirt with others
While she ignores me.
I try not to look at her,
Feeling her annoyance grow
Until the stirring ceases
and she marches passed me,
pad and pen in hand
going to get her lesson
from the temporary
boss,
I ache at her passing.
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