Poem - Converse with myself

Sitting by the glass
In the rains embrace
Staring at the grass
Dreaming of another place
But even though I’d rather be with you
I know there’s still work to do

Taking pen to sheet
All these thoughts racing out
But it just feels incomplete
I’m trapped by self-doubt
Because even though I know
There’s lots of work to do
I’d love a cup of espresso
And an afternoon with you

A wave of warmth comes
Almost like an embrace
Feels like a warmth in my lungs
I’m just imagining your face
When you read this verse
There’s still work to do
I love to converse
With myself about you