"You" - Part 2

I'm still unsure

If asking for my number

Was planned or by coincidence

And either way

It was all the same to me

I work

A lot

And for a long time now

It has been the only relationship

I have really allowed myself

To be present within
Work

Nothing is too much

No job too big

So when asked

For my name 

In the form of numbers

In the name of work

I verbally conducted

The recital of ten digits

Which held the power to connect us

Literally
In a more physical form 

Than that which had been invisibly circulating

Our auras since the moment our eyes first met

An option you could say
Should you want
Or choose to use it
For work or play
Cheesy 

The ball was in your court

But then again

When wasn't it?

I watched
As your black car

The one I had called for you

Just ten minutes earlier

With its tinted eyes

Drove away

Concealing you from me

Just as your sunglasses had

Earlier that day
Hidden
Just the way you like it
Sometimes I wish you'd stayed that way
Things were easier then
When you thought 'mysterious' was cool
Mysterious was cool
Cooler
And more attractive
And neater than today
With the pile of bricks
You have left me here to pick up
From the wall you broke down
For me
Infront of me
Because of me and the safety net
I wrapped so delicately around you
Like a mother wrapping her newborn child
For the first time
Tightly
As though the fabric
Would shield not only from the temperature
But life's hardships too
Turns out, I fooled us both
I'm not your mother
Nor your protector
I should have worried more
About protecting myself
The sun was still brutal 

Even this late in the afternoon

As you disappeared

From the rust

And the broken machinery

The old men in navy blue uniforms

And me

Lucky, I thought
You had your sunglasses

You'd be needing those now

For you, another day
Another job well done
But mine was far from over
Back to work

Where I would watch

Another September sunset

Fade into darkness

From the comfort of an office chair

A large metal desk and the sounds
Of someone else's playlist
Crooning in the background
Like a scene from a movie
Where this song would find
Its way onto the soundtrack
As the lead character
Shared a thoughtful moment
Before reaching some insightful conclusion
I lost my mind 

In thoughts of Havaiana walks

Down Bedford Avenue

Searching for the right spot

To sit and down a cold beer

With you

Twenty minutes later
I caught the ball

You threw my way 

Disguised as a text message

What to do now?

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