It might have been
Something
That happened
At work,
It might have been
The hot weather
That
Sent the signal
Or
It might have been
Only just
Time to go
But
I’m leaving
This job behind
And I don’t want
To write about it or remember anymore;
It’s gone,
It’s just a ghost,
I can hardly wait to
Get past this post,
To abandon this pit stop,
If it even was that!
Goodbye to all
And get on with it!
No bags to pack,
This time, not even that,
For I didn’t even have
My own desk at which to rest
But had to keep moving around
And so, maybe this
Is just a continuation
Of that motion.
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