The Strange and Sacred Bond of the Work Spouse

By Saywisely

1 min read Oct 22, 2024
You know the code, the secret sighs,
The meaning in my rolling eyes.
You brew the coffee just right when,
The clock has barely struck ten.

A bond forged under fluorescent light,
In shared complaints and project plight.
Not love, not friendship, something more,
The one I share my office war.

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