I pass by every day and realize
the flash of recognition in your eyes
springs from a place where smoldering longing lies
deeper than other’s watching might surmise.
The time we spend together fairly flies
each day begun and done to our surprise
without the chance to foster closer ties.
Something I know you’d say is probably wise
Yet casting off my staid and proper guise
a different policy I might advise,
where proper smiles give way to sweetened sighs
each look and act designed to tantalize.
It’s rare that dreams like these materialize.
The one that does burns bright and quickly dies.
Written for Carmen Emory, my good friend and former co-worker.