Front Desk

And it was just like that
Every morning
I was the first to notice
If her blush was uneven
If she wore her hair in a different way
If she looked too thin in
The shirt that she wears..
(She always smelled divine)

Then it was like that
Every afternoon
When she went to my desk
To smile briefly,
Just a polite gesture,
When she punches out
At our bundy clock 

And even when 
What I do is originally tedious:
Answer the phone
Greet the visitors
Give out our brochures
She was always something
To wake up for

Everyday
I watch her walk away
Breathlessly beautiful
And I look forward
To the next day---
Except when it’s Friday

(no TGIFs for me)

But I love my job