And as
another
busy
week
starts
In
this
maelstrom
of ruptured
hearts
We
can
only
hope
to find
Solace
in our
peace
of
mind
The Water Cooler
If only
I could
feign
interest
Perhaps
we could
be friends
But in
fact you
bore me
witless
So I
pray this
conversation
ends
Sundays
I
hate
Sunday
eveningsI
despise
them
with
a passionThere’s
nothing
good
about
themNo
positive
distractionFrom the
fact that
tomorrow
starts
another
weekAnd we’re
no longer
dancing
cheek
to cheek
Mondays
Head racing
a million
miles an hour
Heart
pounding
the same
So many
appointments
to make
So many
lions
to tame
First Day Back
Dishwashers rattle
Kettles bubble
Doors bang
Toilets drip
Heaters blast
Floorboards creak
Keys jangle
Voices whisper
Switches flick
Mouths yawn
Arms stretch
Feet shuffle
Computers hum
Mouse wheels tick
Photocopiers whirr
Printers churn
Keyboards click
Phones trill
Mobiles buzz
Pens scratch
Papers rustle
My Heart Breaks
