staff meeting

by elisa hinson - Libra

my hair hangs heavy
 against my back

   a contrast

of hers falling
 so softly

against my arm

leaning in

   to me

as we go over 
next weeks 
lesson plan

and...

she doesn't smile
as often as she used to

and neither do i

knowing we could have been
more that what we are

always planning for tomorrow

when tonight seems so
goddamn long

Birth sign: Libra
Date created: 2006-06-29 04:07:51
Last updated: 2021-03-03 14:47:02
Poem ID: 71412

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