Fruits of being delinquent at work (Sorry, CSO)

WHY I LONG FOR DISMISSAL

I wish I could
bridge this infinite gap
between our worlds,
extend my longing hands
to stroke your very soul,
or distill a thousand memories
from the daydreams in your eyes.

The prison of these humdrum
platitudes would shatter,
if only my voice would carry
across oceans of desire,
and no more will I count
the constellations on your cheeks
in the spaces between breaths,
no more will I love you
from the silence
between sighs.

But the oppressive cadence
of this draconian day
arrests me from whispering
even the phantom of your name,
and the emancipating ring
of the final bell alone can thaw
this glacial oblivion, and span
the universe of eternity
between your seat
and mine.

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