Warning: Proceed with Caution

Long Winded Warning

Days have gone

I no longer listen

to a boss's long

plethoric renditions of rules.

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I am happy

you miss my skills

but they are

No longer for you to use.

******

You're email

received today,

should no longer

be received by me.

******

I smile

as I read the acid

in your tone

as I feel your angered key strokes.

*******

Rules in office.

Rules in the building.

Rules, Rules, Rules

Is why I left.

*******

Oh My Goodness.

I hope

the one who

replaced me is a good person.

******

I smile

for I know

How to support

Those left behind.

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I slyly text

an old cronies

asking, "Are you okay?"

as I read the email.

*****

According to him,

everything is falling

apart and concaving in.

are you Okay?

******

A ding after a delay.

Long winded note.

Fingernails dug into the keys on the phone.

I find, you are not okay.

******

I plea for a lunch.

Quickly she agrees.

Actually, she begged

for time with me.

******

Her last text

came with a warning

"precede with caution"

came her reply to me.

Last line of the email: "Warning...this last one will be a long email too."

I wrote this poem in response to James & Oneg's Summer Writing Challenge Extravaganza. I was tagged to participate in the fifth challenge of the series.

Theme: "You’ve Got Mail! Challenge: start a story/poem with the last line of an email or letter you recently received."

The line that starts my poem comes from a friend's email I received a little while ago.

Check out all the prompts and rules below.