Colleague ...

She sits in a chair, oh yes that girl, i talk who works in my office.
Eyes stare, fingers click at computer non stop, long haired a colleague of my office.
She ain't stout, thin and proud, young with nose short supporting glasses.
Sitting straightbacked, adjacent neatly papers stacked sits like in a class.

When we met, HI, was word spoken with sigh, her lips failed to utter.
Hesitation hers, maybe misnomer, made me reluctant and stutter.
Fake plastic smile, later seemed so vile, better if she hadn't gave.
Acts always suave, ticking heels all hail, wears golden bangles and chain.

When in a break, alone which she takes, bends her back secretly texts.
Never talks or speaks, wishes when meets, god knows how she'll behave next.
I called her new, new I was too, maybe shy she was.
But talks to all, giggles when one calls. maybe I scared in some respect.

Then a day came, i heard her name, it was the boss who called.
Cold seemed she, running spreeing, he congratulated in front of all.
Ball dropped from sky, all hopes good bye, i bade them when I heard.
She was poor bee, i forgave thee, betrothed she what people call.

Young bird tipping youth, ripe age coming through, looked mere half of gold.
Tall, thin head high, tick tock heel clapping by, getting married in weeks few.
Still she wouldn't talk, not once look past, not a demon human me.
Did I do something bad, was her life tad sad, thinking I still go mad.