clopclop clopclop clopclop
i hear her down the hallway
her heels clunking down on the tile
always the same moderate pace
che-che che-che
her keys dangling around her neck
i know her walk when i hear it
i can tell what mood she is in
will i be graced with her presence?
will we complain about everything?
will we gossip about our weekends?
talk about men and boys and sex?
or will she keep on going
too busy to say hi
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