The Poet Accountant

I don’t know. I think if this guy had gotten to know me and maybe asked me out with some confidence prior to writing poetry and sending it to me my responses would have been much better.

But I open up my ping window and see this…

“Are you at the FOREfront, the helm, the unquestioned disarray of that glistening face?”


Nothing else. This guy doesn’t even physically talk to me at work. Just through electronic devices…yet we sit a mere 50 feet from eachother. Go figure.


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