-This poem was made by Patty Nuñez in response to my "Intangibles" poem- =)
closed doors and open mouths,
people file in,
stretching the hours.
First hand on Twelve,Eleven pointed by the second.
i watched myself grow impatient,
waiting for the 5-minute difference.
Red-tie and half-framed glasses;
i smiled, picturing future conversations and surprises.
'Cause in this place where possibility seems limitless,
i don't care if its temporary,
Its still happiness.
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