like thread woven
in liquid semblance
connecting across the miles
to those I love
Phone signals
computer type
in an attempt to feel them again
cut off in the mind
the heart yearns for those missed
waiting to regain their
smell
touch
voice
imperfect memories
more flawed with the passing
picture-framed countenance
of mes amours
As boredom cascades with proof by
emails
computer games
the pulling on my heart become more apparent
and page long poems are written
for the single purpose of saying
"I miss you"
