thursday

she hears me coming
i should have taken my keys out of my pocket
metal slapping metal, jingling as i walk
i hear her shuffling
under the sounds of the jingling, the clanking
under my footsteps
she's typing now
louder as i get closer
her face flutters as i turn the corner
she looks at her phone, willing it to ring
"i'm so busy." she says
"just saying hi." i say
i shuffle along
her hello fading in my wake