I reached for my laptop,
though I knew it wasn't there,
it was the means to a connection
and the day we have yet to share.
Worlds separated by the great divide,
you living in your world and I living in mine.
I tried to remove the barriers of space and time
and bring you closer with the memories in my mind.
Sometimes I feel blessed that our souls have met
and other times it's awkward and lonely at best.
The seasons quickly come and they quickly go,
documenting a moment that I just can't let go.
I reached for my laptop,
though I knew it wasn't there,
it was the means to a connection
and the day we have yet to share.
Pictorial Prose dances to the rhythm of the soul and the magic of nature. Each day is a journey through life and with it a view of the wonder and joy of the heart and mind with an explosion of passion and desire. The opposite of to live is to ...
Showing posts with label lonely poetry. Show all posts
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Thursday, May 02, 2013
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