Sigh
We all miss you; especially the computer,
who always starts heavy breathing towards the end of the day
it has to put up with me hammering away on its weak little keys
writing about how absolutely unbelievably awful
this is and how you really better
come back soon or else, because otherwise
what the hell am I going to do with myself
with only teddy bears and a life-size leather pig for company
See, there goes the laptop working itself up again
getting too hot underneath at the very thought of you
being eight thousand miles away what a distance
I’ll have to raise it on a hardback book and go
for a cup of tea and a biscuit to give it a bit of a break
and heave a big sigh myself Sometimes
it makes a big noise like an aeroplane starting up just as if
it’s imagining like I am your coming-home
