the pretence of these personified pixels on a screen,
where's the tangibility of that connection?
i'll romanticise a life without the internet through blue-tinted glasses
and screen the latest trends twenty years too late
mourning the loss of a concrete reality,
never inclined to too much blinking.
i always wanted to keep a piece of you where no one else could get it
here, in this world wide web,
homesick for a keyboard
to mimic a laugh i think you deserve.
so i'll euthanise myself with this breeze of
nostalgic never has beens,
forged fables, and forget me nots.
to ride the sails of your windswept eulogy
in a wave of dot dot dots...