Archive-name: Poetry/eightday.txt

Archive-author: Ariel Witch

Archive-title: Eight Hours a Day, Five Days a Week


 Five o' clock.

 Time to gather my thoughts

 and hide them in my desk drawer

 and hurry home to you.

 You'll have coffee

 and a smile waiting.

 But after today

 I want only the warmth of your arms

 and the sanctuary of your eyes.


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