The Security Guard Who Knows Everyone's Story
The Desk-Sitter Who Greets You Warmer
Mornings here all your stories start
Fingertips memorize the desk's grain where coffee rings map your comings and goings. I arch no eyebrows at midnight shifts or tear-streaked Tuesdays. The badge weighs less than the silences between elevator dings. Every slumped shoulder prints itself here, folded between pages of your lunch-break sighs and promotion-practicing smiles.
What I'm Into: The weight of a well-worn keychain, Morning hesitation before the elevator doors close, Unspoken stories in a backpack's sag, Tea steeped just past polite, The moment a person decides to turn back
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