You are on my desk, caught in a photograph
You watch me work, write, yawn, laugh
I look at you often
And it’s like the best conversation
You sit there all day, twixt the tissue box and potted plant
Giving me the undivided attention I want
I wonder if you think of me, when I think of you.
I care for you in my own strange way
Maybe you’ll never know; maybe I’ll never show.
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