A task needs doing,
It’s mine to do.
I take it from the queue;
It becomes all that I’m pursuing.
It becomes my master,
My humanity subdues:
A “good morning” buried, a hello refused
Helps me get it done faster.
But as I leave from task completion,
Things left unsaid—now exhumed—
My thoughts completely consume.
A cause for relationship depletion?
When will I rule my tasks,
Rather than they rule me?
©2014 H.K. Longmore
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