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You left the meeting

You left the meeting

 

turned off the laptop took off the tie

burned the notes went outside

into a car drove out of town

passing people I went further on

 

until colors filled my eyes

forest greens blue seas and skies

forgot my name why I came

then decided I had to stay

 

you left the meeting

with a taste in your mouth

scent you remember

when you were young

 

surrounded by people

it felt like love

under decades 

called growing up

 

we run into each other

in a slow dance

awkward confessions

leading to a chance

 

living a moment

that would never come

staring into faces

of colleagues and bosses

◄ Different Countries

My sick sense ►

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