Poem 1.27.19

A skyscraper, Financial District. I see a woman at the office window speaking on the phone. She looks lonely. Below, a few floors down, I see a man working at his desk, he is alone. I wish the two will meet, but most likely they never will. They are together in the building but separated by its walls.

Haik Kocharian

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