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Running
programs, making sure
That
everything went right.
But
my computer had a way
Of
being impolite.
It
caused me trouble, made me spew
Unseemly
words quite often.
Luckily,
a gladsome comrade
Made
my torment soften.
So
tired, cranky, sick was I
Of
things that didn't work.
That
dread computer, late at night,
Could
only serve to irk.
But
there to keep me smiling
While
I pulled out all my hair
Were
you -- remaining calm and kind.
If
needed, you were there.
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The
sheer frustration mellowed
As
you sat and worked with me
I
started to enjoy the mess:
It
brought your company.
But
that was several years ago.
Since
then I've realized
How
much I miss your daily presence.
And
I'm quite surprised
By
just how much I miss you.
I am fascinated, too
By
how I long to be with you
No
matter what we do.
A
quiet pleasure, cheerful comfort
Always
follows me
Because
you're in my heart --
And
in your arms, I hope to be.
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