Through The Written Connection

We are so connected you and I

that I can feel you through your words.

Not your words spoken, but your written words.

The characters I see in your text messages

do not simply state the intended thoughts

that you have iterated.

No, oddly enough I can feel your moods, your anxieties,

and even wishes to continue to be barely conjoined.

These last two months

I could feel your numbness to our situation.

It was buried

in the plasticy black casings,

of the Helvetica symbols,

written in the social networking sites

that we gather in.

Yet last night in your Verdana styled email

I felt beyond the longing that you wrote about.

Beyond the little letters

I once again felt your head

draped on my shoulder.

I heard the heartache in your voice,

and I saw a tear lined smile.

For buried deep within those sans serifs

were the things that we will always remember.

And when you texted "Yay!" to me

I knew it wasn't just rejoicing

that I had read your email.

I could feel a sense of hope

reaching out through those html codes,

and the something that said

we will always be connected,

and I will always love you.