Detour

My inbox is open,

but I'm miles away

Coffee getting colder in the break room haze

Nine o'clock glow on a half-done screen

Manager talks but I miss what they mean

Tabs keep stacking like paper in rain

I draw little hearts by tomorrow's name

Everybody's typing, I'm drifting again

I try to read the numbers straight

But your name pulls me sideways

One little thought becomes the day

And I can't make it behave

I should be working,

working, working But my mind keeps taking the long way home

I should be sorting every little thing But I keep staring at

my phone

I should be working,

working, working You're the reason nothing gets done

Spreadsheet cells turn into tiny windows Calendar blinks but I let it

go

Lunch hour passed without a warning

I'm still replaying what you wrote this morning Maybe I could close

the laptop

Maybe I could breathe for once

If the day is already stolen Let me steal it into love

I should be working,

working, working But my mind keeps taking the long way home

I should be working,

working, working You're the reason nothing gets done