🔵 By Herbert Warren. Photo by lauragrafie.
„Wait here.“
In the lobby
I consume an old times.
Before she escorts me to her office.
Heart pounding, I sweat,
small-talk, laugh, disclose, she smiles
pass steepled fingers.
Something I say makes her shake her head,
the spell has broken apart;
I can already see the rejection ahead –
she asks me, „when can you start?“