Saturday, May 16, 2009

Pixels on a screen
begging to be seen.
For what reasons do I care?

Tentative crescent,
aching, reticent.
For longing, I click and stare.

A moment and then
the sadness descends,
soft, smoky indigo cloud.

Cool, misty drops grow,
land on words below,
rain the desires not allowed.

One click more, closed file
in folder of denial.
Cannot make myself delete.

Pixels, only dots,
they care for me not.
Without them, I'm incomplete.

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