Office DaydreamThe feelings seem to bubble up my throat andI can’t stop them.
When I’m sitting at work and my mind floats away from calendars and paper clips and sticky notes, it always finds its way to you.
There are only so many ways to describe the feeling of missing someone;and I am beginning to run out.You see, it’s not that simple butit’s really not that complicated either.
The city sounds the same no matter where you are,and I listen for your heartbeat in the screeching ofrusty bus tires mingling with the rushes of wind.
The numbers in my bank account don’t mean muchwhen I read them as the quantity of bus tickets I could buy.
And I wish it was your hand turning out the lamp at night,your body crawling under the covers next to mine. I had what I wanted when you were sitting right across from me.