The Last Three in the Office
The sureness of the feeling, that
their chatter will resume
as soon as the latch of the door
closes tight on my heals.
The subject, I feel certain,
is me, though good or bad I do not know.
I mark the things I’ve said and done
that could inspire the anticipatory
silence I’ve just left behind,
but nothing has happened today
that causes a cringe or concern.
The elevator lurches downward, consenting
to lead me into the parking structure
as I ponder that pause in conversation,
the hanging promise of a new topic,
the shift in subject, that I suspect
has something to do with me.