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