Sleep comes more easily to me now, <br />And while I do not welcome death, <br />She has become a nodding acquaintance. <br />I watch her among rows of empty cubicles, <br />And we make eye contact; <br />She in her blue suit, I in my gray, <br />A smile in the hallway, <br />A pleasantry in the parking lot, <br />At ten, beside the burrito van.<br /><br />Gary Witt<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/after-the-downsizing/
