I walked
Down the stairs,
Deciding
That the elevator
Would take
Too long
And just be
A waste
Of my time

The day was done
Nothing else
Was left
For me to do

All I needed
To do
Was go home

I stopped by
The receptionist's desk

With brown eyes
And red hair,
She smiled at me
And I smiled back

Those beautiful glasses
In front of those wonderful eyes

I stopped to wonder
How I hadn't noticed her before

It's probably
Because I've been busy

I don't have time
To mingle

But maybe once
I could take some time
To talk
With this wonderful woman
Behind this wooden desk

It could be nice
To spend time
With someone else,
But I'll never know
If I never try

I always like to imagine
But some times it's better
To live it