It's Only Lunch Time

She’s not here
So I ask the question
How much longer until I get to go home?
Emails
Phone Calls
Customers
The inbox is filling up
But I don’t really care what any of those silly CCing senders have to say
Not right now
Cause She’s not here
I’m focused on the clocks
On the wall
Two time zones tick by
Slowly
Simultaneously Stubborn
Stretching the day out in front of me on a treadmilling horizon
Making me
Ask the question
‘Cause She’s not here
There’s something about her presence
You want to get close
When she’s there
You want to stay close
When she’s here
But she’s not here
So I ask the question
I take a bite of the lunch she lovingly prepared
Early
Sleepy
While the other 5 needers slept, she served the oldest, fattest, meanest one
Just like every other yesterday
Before today
Then I left and came here
But only part of me
The inside part stayed there and the robot part drove here
33.6 miles away
One way
And so I ask the question
‘Cause she’s not here
All the little needy needers get to stay and see
Touch
And Be
Those shrimpy little bandits
She smiles and lets them take, seize, capture
The very same time I watch on my walls from here
Wanting to be there
And so I ask the question
‘Cause she’s not here
How much longer until I get to go home?
I guess I’ll go back
To inboxing
And spreadsheeting
Until the tick and the tock of my time has come
33.6 more miles
One Way
And she’ll be there