Stress

Stress

Staring out the window.
Spreadsheet on the computer.
Figures for review.
5 O'clock decision demanded.

But I stare out the window.
Only figure on my mind is yours.
How you just pop up in my thoughts.
Distract me from my tasks.

Maybe it was a scent,
or work drudgery,
that made my mind wander.

Tough decision,
much pressure and stress.
But there I am laying in bed,
you caressing my chest.
Dam'it, focus!
Less I concentrate,
the more I stress.

Decision make,
home I may go.
But you're no longer there,
to soothe my torment.
The thought makes it worse.

Pressure builds.
I could help myself at home.
A temporary fix.
It's not the same,
as when you took care of the stress.