It's Day 30 already,
I saw you
In the break room.
Our eyes locked
In the break room.
Were you new
I hadn't seen you around
In the break room.
We exchanged smiles
We talked
In the break room.
We bunked classes, sitting
In the break room.
I beat you at Foosball
Air hockey is all yours
In the break room.
We sneaked late night
Into the break room.
Watched a movie, cuddled,
You wished me at 12am,
In the break room.
We fell in love
In the break room.
We graduated
Leaving the break room.
After all this time,
After all those smiles,
After exchanging rings, I Do's,
You went on a business trip
A day before my 50th,
I got a note,
At 8 o' clock,
I feel like air hockey,
It said.
I smiled, drove down,
Saw you there,
Successful business trip, that,
We played some foosball.
Some air hockey,
We watched a film, cuddled,
At the stroke of midnight,
A half century lights
Illuminated the room.
We made love
In the break room.
I fell for you all over again
In the break room.
For the first time,
Tears rolled down my cheeks,
In the break room...
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