Sonnets 04: Only Until This Cigarette Is Ended
by Edna St. Vincent Millay
Only until this cigarette is ended,
A little moment at the end of all,
While on the floor the quiet ashes fall,
And in the firelight to a lance extended,
Bizarrely with the jazzing music blended,
The broken shadow dances on the wall,
I will permit my memory to recall
The vision of you, by all my dreams attended.
And then adieu,—farewell!—the dream is done.
Yours is a face of which I can forget
The color and the features, every one,
The words not ever, and the smiles not yet;
But in your day this moment is the sun
Upon a hill, after the sun has set.
Some of these issues exist in the small personnel office where I work. My boss is aware of these issues, but lets the negative behavior slide. Don't get me wrong....we do have a more casual atmosphere I like and occasional humor is appreciated. and enjoyed by myself as well as any other. But many times the comments are not funny, they are rude or just plain silly. I do not laugh; I ignore. Nicknames are used by other co-workers among themselves that are just childish. There are co-workers who text or make personal phone calls frequently and talk like they are home.....loudly. Friends come sit by their desks and they just chat away. You can't help but hear most everything...we work in a small office. Until these issues are addressed by the boss, they will continue. I still like my job and will continue to do my job as best as I can. I am friendly, courteous and helpful to my co-workers because I choose to be. I have also chosen to distance myself from the negative behavior and it looks like I'm in the minority. And there's the difficulty for myself I guess. I will not stoop to their level.
Today I found a friend
who knew everything I felt
she knew my weakness
and the problems I've been dealt.
She understood my wonders
and listened to my dreams,
she listened to how I felt about life and love
and knew what it all means.
Not once did she interrupt me
or tell me I was wrong
she understood what I was going through
and promised she'd stay long.
I reached out to this friend,
to show her that I care
to pull her close and let her know
how much I need her there.
I went to hold her hand
to pull her a bit nearer
and I realized this perfect friend I found
was nothing but a mirror.