There is this digital distance

That is hard to lapse.

Our time

On earth

Is so short

And compared to how often

You smile it seems even

More brief.

If it seems that my love

Is an amusement

Designed to thrill

And abandon or worse yet

A pool of water, still

And untroubled

You are wrong.

What I feel is

The twisting of my very soul,

But there is no form,

No small symbol, no words

That ease your heart

Into twisting with mine.