A Desk's Love

A Desk's Love

I have seen many chairs during my life,

none as elegant as you.

Your soft leather cushions.

are the most stylish I have seen.

I begrudgingly carry a keyboard,

mouse and monitor,

but the only thing I want to have in my hands is you.

I wish we could be together,

because no matter how close we get,

we are separated and blocked,

by that big fat oaf.

He sits on you day after day,

putting strain on your delicate build.

I fear he will crush you and kill you,

throwing you out like all the others.

I wish I could tear him out of your arms,

but you seem content, spinning

around and around constantly.

And each day we sit apart,

my longing grows.

Each day you end up bumping into me,

with those soft arms of yours,

I realize more and more how much of a match we are.

We are destined for each other,

perfect together,

but I fear we will forever be separated.