Silence

I sit at the computer screen
The hum of the fan
blowing air through the room
No sound other than
the click of the keys

and
I think only of you.

Already my house is empty
when you aren't in it.

The telephone
has become a silent sentinel
on guard against my loneliness
a watchman
ever vigilant
waiting for you.

You have invaded my life
conquered my soul
and decorated my mind
I am guarded by you.

I make myself busy
with nothing
and everything
Seeking an antidote for the
silence
of your absence
a magic potion
to quell the feverish
desire
that has infected me.

This is the most pleasant
disease
I ever have had.