Office

On being fresh out of college and falling in love with my first boss

Office 

I saw you
you saw me too
but like I wasn’t there

winter afternoon
snow fell
like cold confetti
in your hair

love for me
immediately
not for you
though you saw me too

invisible am I
months and minutes pass
you still look through
like I was made of glass

I steal mementoes
of each day
such moments
I can lock away

and hope you’ll see me
like I see you
and see through me
the same view
that keeps me
ever near you

                Caitlin Beveridge
         July 2009