You can hear me typing,
It’s a common complaint, one that I’ve heard for years on end.
I wish the reason was more exciting;
I just love the sound.
Your a hairs breath from putting me on mute,
Someone will call you soon, make demands of your time,
While I sit there in silence, happily ignoring every chime,
from someone who think I have nothing else to do.
This does get a bit much,
You’ve left me ...