Poem for Today

Empire of the Office Worker

Sometimes, standing in the hallway,
After everyone has left,
That is when I feel the most lonely.

The empty building,
And the hollow, bright lights,
With their four way shadow,
Humming like a chorus of tired servants,
That is my empire.

You carry me in captivity,
Requiring of me this love,
When your heart breaks this time,
I don't think you will cry anymore.

June 2012