This bliss.

I sit here,
And literally wait for you.
You are to my day,
The thread, the glue.
Your needs are woven,
Through my time.
Only the gaps between,
Are nearest mine.
Even then,
I work for you.
My dear,
You’re in nearly all I do.
Five minutes here,
I grasp for me.
And in them,
My mind might run off free.
Other days,
Just like this.
You are still present,
In this bliss.