It never goes further than this, and it can't:
I wait by the door for Kate to punch out,
We sit on the bench in the front to smoke;
After we're finished, we walk to her car.
We have worked together, and laughed
And joked, and talked of various serious
Things, and we look at each other as if
We should kiss, but we don't. She waves
As she drives off to be with her husband.
I relive the day as I drive toward my wife,
And both of us, I suspect, restlessly wait
To return to our jobs with the light.

Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2018-04-24 at 17:40

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Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
Something beyond platonic I think. Although that is what is being forced on both. It is nice to just enjoy each others company.

one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
good poem ~ but is it platonic if neither party actually wants it to be platonic?