Cyber loss

these things i no longer can hold in my hands like your face, a letter tearstained and faded, the voice i cannot hear when you tell me you love me, or not, jaded. the smell of the cookies you baked yesterday the hazy fog of film on the glass that i write in with my finger just over your bed that window to the world that has frost and a shiver. Your laugh, erupting into tears the warm warm bed you lie in, the sliver of cake you deliver. things i cannot touch from here on this side of the screen the give and take of a conversation, complete with hugs and relieved frustrations your lips your arms, the crook of your neck the food on the table the wreck of an argument made up with a kiss this is the stuff i miss, sitting in the cyberworld we created, real life only dreamed of and our senses negated.

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