I'm here, though I should get things done,

Such a long list, it's not much fun.

A million and one things to do,

As usual, my mind is full of You.

The way we used to flirt and chat

It used to be such fun, and that

We do not talk in the same way,

I simply punctuate my day

With mindless things and when I try

To concentrate, I can but sigh

And gaze once more upon my screen,

Remembering how you were so keen

And how I used to make you laugh.

But now it seems you're only half

As taken as you were before.

I'm not sure why, perhaps I bore?

Or is the thrill just gone for you?

I think I know what I must do…

Is it over? Have we had our fun?

For a while, I was the "One".

I know I need to step right back,

Or we will never get on track.

If I'm not around as much for you,

Just doing the things I have to do,

Your interest may grow again.

We'd get there and I think we can.

I guess that I'll just focus on,

This and that, and get things done.

Real-life stuff that I've ignored

Mostly 'cause I'm tired or bored.

I've been neglecting things at home

Yet in this crowd, I feel alone

For now, yes, I still think of you,

Distracting from what I ought to do.

A note, a chat, an online call,

I just can't concentrate at all.

I need to be with you again

And that may happen, but 'til then

I'll focus on the normal stuff

Probably doing 'just enough'

To keep the wolves back from my door,

The minimum, but nothing more.

You're my addiction, don't you see?

But now I must do things for Me.

And though I'll think of you tonight

Hoping things may turn out right

However unlikely that really seems

I must consign you to my dreams.