Stop sending me your hourly messages
Through my insensitive black berry
My own real world is eclipsed by your heart beat.
I have stopped speaking the profound words,
Can you feel my breath through this virtual world?
I want to reach out and touch your love
But I can only grab the shadows of your smile
The cool air through my window ruffles my hair
I want to bathe under its soft breeze
But your memories unwound down the lane
Come popping out of this minute screen
Stop sending me messages, this is only a machine
Your words crawl
Only for a moment and then subside
I want the physical you by my side
Inspired by exercise at http://www.jacarandapress.org/writing/poetry/string.shtml