we meet on the street for the first time every day (poetry)

We meet every day,
on the sidewalk in front of the office building
We talk briefly about the traffic, the weather, our jobs

We go to lunch-you eat half a salad, I eat all of a cheeseburger
We make plans for a dinner we never have, a play we never see, a weekend we never take

We meet on the street every day.
each day is the same,
the seasons change our coats,
but not our minds.