On My Desk

Chords and wires, books and papers, 
Candles lit shining on pictures 
Empty coffee cups that tell the story of half consumption 
Pencils and pens 
Scissors that are never used 
A phone from 20 years ago that I fear to answer 
Why do I have so much room? 
The framed faces remind me of why I sit here. 
There is nothing here except them now. 
The desk is cleaned.