Saturday, May 28, 2011

Virtual [shift] + [,] 3

A video feed on my computer screen,
A voice on a phone line,
and a text message on my phone.
Those are the things you are to me now.
And I miss your eyes, looking into mine;
The feel of your skin pressed close at night time:
Your smile, your voice, your laugh -
I once possessed those.
And I think I'd give up anything
Just to have it all again.
It's not like I have much left to lose anymore.

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