Red curls,
Tied loosely behind your head.
Isn't it strange
That we both know
How we spend the hour
Between three and four
Every Thursday afternoon?

We both wore maroon today,
Contrasting against my short orange strands
And your orange kinked locks.
We both have therapy today.

We waited for our rides together
In the autumn sunshine,
And tried not to make eye contact.
Isn't it strange to see
We both exist outside
Of the
Office?
See us out of our
Safe places
Where the real world
Hurts us.