SS#555-01-1243

It's hard being in the same room
And not touching you.
Sitting across a conference table
And not winking.
Sometimes when you are
Deep in thought or
Buried in mountains of paper
It's hard to keep from
Slipping you a love note.
If I emailed you
A profession of love
Would you notice?
Other than signing my check
Every other week,
I doubt you know
That I exist.