A Limerick for a Coworker on Vacation

Without you, my Monday is slow
Even with many tasks yet to go
No deep conversations
Nor kind consolations
You are missed, and I thought you should know

Atmosphere

Our stars, in binary motion, turn as one
and hug a center pin of gravity
a friendship sloping in
spilling me to you, and you to me

there, at the center
our atmospheres combine

and so, if you are clouded, so am I
in dusk and darkness shrouded
'till hot suns burn away the dark embrace
and once again show bright upon your face