The Personal Space Invader

She’s here again
Just like I knew she would be
Standing right behind me, stuck to me like glue
Always standing there watching everything I do

I’ve explained and demonstrated
My very large personal bubble
But here she stands so close
I can see her chin and her light beard stubble

Always standing so close
Inside my personal realm
Like a jack booted pirate
Always wanting to touch my helm

Again and again the bubble she does not respect
Again and again I wish for her to go away
But in the end
I know what to expect

So tightly I smile
And wearily I nod
While inside my head imp screaming
“Why are you so fucking odd!!?”

In the end, instead, because of lack of a choice
I choke on my own voice and make my peace
I’ve decided not to voice my desperate pleas
As the personal space invader sits back in her ease