Why are you here?

I see, 
Take a seat.
Not even
'It won't be long'.


Coming Up for Air.


The fluoro lighting
Only an office has, 
Stretches the floor
To the unmown nature strips
Of an outside
That could now be gone.


How long have I been sitting here?


An 'Oi Russell...'
'Oi Russell come sit here.'


They know each other's names
In this family of sorts.


I wonder if my name is obvious
As I sit there
Quietly
And shy back into my book.