LGTM

Nobody read his pull requests.

They skimmed them and moved on.

So one Thursday night I read the whole thing through.

Left four letters underneath it,

didn't think about it twice,

and he wrote me back before I'd even closed the laptop.

He'd been there seven years and

nobody knew his work.

I'd been there six and nobody knew mine.

Two people doing careful things in a building full of people

who had somewhere else to be.

L-G-T-M

Looks good to me

Four little letters where a love song ought to be

A year of Thursdays,

a thousand lines between,

and we never said I love you.

We said

looks good to me.

So Thursday became Thursdays and I started shipping late,

and he'd leave a question in my changes that he didn't need

to ask. I'd answer it on Friday and I'd take my time

about it,

and neither of us ever said a word about the reason.

L-G-T-M

Looks good to me

Four little letters where a love song ought to be

A year of Thursdays,

a thousand lines between,

and we never said I love you.

We said

looks good to me.

Then they flew us out in October

to a hotel with a lobby bar.

And I knew him in a second though I'd never seen his

face. He said,

you're a careful reviewer.

I said, you write real clean code.

And we stood there.

And we both knew.

And we talked about the weather.

Then they called us in to dinner.

Here's the thing I never told him.

I never read a line of his code.

I gave it all to Claude.

And I'd bet the house he did the same.

But Claude didn't pick Thursday.

didn't stay up waiting.

never left a question that didn't need an answer.

We did that.

The words were never ours.

But the waiting was.

L-G-T-M

Looks good to me

Take the polish off it,

take the pretty words away.

There's still a man out there somewhere

who shows up every Thursday.

And there's still me.

L-G-T-M.

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