her pieces didn't fit together
seeing her across the table for me
like a jigsaw puzzle
not assembled right
something wrong with the picture that emerges
something odd in her
demeanor
despite her retaining
her usual beauty
2 weeks too late to be the result of her birthday
her barfly face
showing around
the edges of her
professional mask
her gaze of ruthless ambition
yet desperation to
the unintended
consequence of weirdness perhaps
her laugh sounding
artificial
forced not without dark glimpses at me
which is more a surprise when
she comes up to me in my cubby hole
to ask me something
maintaining her professional composure
maybe wishing
(and this may be wishful thinking of my part)
we might begin again
back to where we were before
it all caved in
my dream not hers
I think I still don't
understand
why she needs to speak with me
when she has warned
me
time and again
to leave her alone
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