Full of wonder and obsessive hope,
I wait for your return.
What was given to me is now hiding.
Close but far in the realms of electronic buzzes and cool metal.
I throw my purse away in the hope that if I drop it, you will pick it up, and carry me.
The words of strangers reassure me, and make me look for the wavelength of blue light blazing from the screen.
Yet you have not responded and my eyes fill with wet, soggy tears.
It sounds absurd, trust me: I know.
But I also know what it's like to feel your energy,
The warmth on your cheek and the signs floating around us.
I miss you.
I miss your glow.