Stroking the Screen

Sometimes love is found online other times she is absent

I weep ink
in missing you,
my page lays stained
with fluid blue.

I log on
your face appears,
but your not here
to see my tears.

I reach out
and touch your face,
my fingers soft
your image trace.

Kisses blown
you cannot taste,
through coloured glass
just go to waste.

Time alone
stroking the screen,
whispering soft
how much you mean.

I feel sad
that your not there,
to understand
how much I care.

Damn the time
and miles apart,
please just log in
and heal my heart.

So until
tomorrow dear,
I stroke the glass
and dream you're here.

Author's Note

For all those whom know the seperation of distance and different time zones in long distance love affairs, especially my poetic sister Daytonight and her fella.

Reviews

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the world is a much smaller place now..hearts can be so close even when seas and land separate them..there is such longing and sadness here..

[Cassie Fraga]

WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOW!!!!! AMAZING!!!! the longing... oooohhhh the insanity of it all!! such a touching read... thank you for sharing Shadow!!
**write...write on!!**

[E.V. Black]

There is a certain kind of beauty in pain. Maybe it is what the expressions that are created by pain can give to the world. Maybe pain can become a kind of happiness through writing. I don't know what it is, but you did well to capture it. The action of your fingers stroking the screen is wistful yet painful. That was one of the main things in the poem that really stood out to me. Never could she be so close and so far.

[Daytonight]

Oh this brought tears to my eyes! This has touched me deeply. Thank you ever so much for this dear brother. It is the hardest thing to do to sit and stare at the screen waiting for someone to come on.

[McKinleyA]

A manly tear was shed.