Enroute to work, I pass her space.
Every morn as I pass, walking, by the wall of glass, I see her.
Sometimes she’s on the phone, almost always alone, with her computer.
In her eyes I can see, A vacant look of clarity, as I reach, the elevator.
Isolated, Is she sad? Or is it just my mind’s fad? I wonder!
What stayed with you?
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