When I’d wait for the light to change so I can walk into work, I’d look up and exchange a glance, a knowing smirk at the glass windows of the 25th floor knowing later in time… I’m passed the doors, Greeting and meeting Working and twerking. I’ll stare down to that corner, where it is I started to stare up at myself, Connecting a ghost departed From corner to corner, Make a straight line Find moments in between