Marie

That is all she knows.

Blinded by digital windows

Inevitably displaced

in virtual destinations

Of finding warmth

Through befriending pixels

instead of people

Saying "I love you"

To fleeting faces

Only to be left

yet again

by a man

made from strung words

on a mobile phone

and nothing more.

Oh how you fall in love

With the idea of him

on screen

Oh how you fall in love

With type-written 

love notes

Whose sweetness

Ought not to be held nor touched

Whose fragrance 

grew stale

In a box

of Imagined reality

Inevitably existing

with the purpose of

pulling heart strings

to the brink 

of  d e c a y .