Make me smile

Making up for lost time;
Pen in my hand.
Pad on the desk;
Should be a crime.

But I’m not there;
I’m physically here now.
The desks too far away;
My attention also.

So I sit and ponder;
Mind endlessly wanders.
Thats not why I’m here;
But I’m content.

Not by my own hand;
But by a saving grace.
Thoughts of another;
Make me smile.