Work

 I caught rumours of some internal hearing
then you appeared with tears squeezing your eyes,
hands scrunched up like a child's, rice paper skin.

That work mates complained was a big surprise
as you were office sunshine, shafted no-one,
and turned your quick mind to the broadest cause.

But there you were, a whisper finished…gone,
scooping reams of data from cabinet drawers,
your kiddie snaps stacked face-down on the desk
and none of us sat safe enough to speak.

That night I helped a cleaner bin the mess.

Our chief would hire a temp inside the week
so I kept back your tissues as a wee bequest.

Sometimes I think I should have wiped your cheek.

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