We shared a desk
in the overcrowded office
as the coffee drained
from our cups,
and the light drained
from the sky.

We shared a desk
in the empty office,
as the energy drained
from our eyes
and the moon rose
above us.

We shared a desk
as we finished the work
and wearily smiled
at the blazing night.

We shared a desk
as we laughed
at the erupting sunset,
and woke each other
through the star-lit darkness.

We shared a desk
as we stacked
empty coffee cups
and piles of work,
while the city
slept.

We shared a desk
as we started
to believe
that the sunset
had become
too romantic,
and the stars
too poetic.

And so we sit;
at different desks,
in different buildings,
staring at the same sky
through different windows.

And it's light,
and there are no stars,
or sunsets,
or staying after dark,
or stacks of empty coffee cups,
or drained eyes,
or weary smiles,
or shared desks,
or us.