Hands, clapping, voices, boisterous,
high-fives, and a document, signed:
after this, I worry about you and me
if we are to see each other again.
Soon, this room will host others,
after blanking whiteboards
and removing papers posted on walls.
The hours had been logged, accounted for.
I am losing you like a re-assignment
to a new room, another set of numbers,
deadlines, late meals, delays,
and change requests.
Maybe, you are like another project
I need to close down to move on.
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