Last Lunch

She misses the lunchtime

congregation, the line at the

 

microwave as muffled shouts

echoed through a closed door –

 

they were on their break.

She misses the infectious

 

laughter that rumbled through

them as they lamented their day.

 

It was either that or sob and

none of them had the energy left

 

for tears.

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