I lie on my bed, the light from the television flickering across my face, you sit across the room, working on my computer. I watch your back rise and fall with each breath, watch your agile fingers move with grace over the keyboard, the sound of clicking plays a sweet melody in my ears. You turn, you stand, you walk up to me. I look up, you look down and smile. You are on top of me, sitting as usual. You smile at me, distant, thinking. You are beside me, on the bed, your arm around my shoulders, your leggs sprawled over mine. You look down, I look up, we smile. You are sitting at my feet, looking at me. I long for that one sweet moment to return. You are working on my computer, I long for you, but you are distant, thinking, you are still with her.
