There are three of you,
two scratching at their desks
one standing far down the hall.

That is all,
no interaction
no recognition

And the file cabinets are closed

A time when rotary dials
reined (and rang), no texts

with gifs could tantalize you
to turn your attention away
from the job of the day.

There aren’t even snapshots
in frames on your desks –  

strictly business, strictly BS.

So, it seems
so old,
so cold,

so closed in the Kodak margins,
you are alone.