There He Goes Again Poem by Marbet Daniel

There he goes again,
texting then to explain,
its past five,
the official working hours,
its also beyond ten,
the time for friends,
its time meant for two,
time for love birds,
to whistle their love songs,
to curve to each others thighs,
and enjoy the feel of their touch,
smiling at each other,
laughing at the normally silly staff,
enjoying their moments,
despite the days toil,
and the uncertain tomorrow.

and there he is texting,
a third party only best for interruptions,
where were you all day?
when friendship made sense?
am not being sentimental,
but friendship this late is not desirable.