arbitrary stuff that comes to mind: whenever I feel like thinking aloud

Thursday, September 16, 2010

one new message! but its not from you.

one new message! but its not from you.
I miss you.
dormant, an undercurrent,
now it feels real again.
"when you miss me close your eyes and enfold me ..."
I can't do that
People would see me self-absorbed and no more work being done
no more play  possible
just an endless vanity of virtual hugging
yet still
still at the never-ending
end of it all ...
still I would be missing you.
One new message ... but its not from you.


Anonymous said...

Good point, though sometimes it's hard to arrive to definite conclusions

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