Why is it
that I
feel closest to you
when this
simple timestamp
appears before me?
Can you explain this digital phenomenon
that verifies your existence?
That you do
indeed
breath and eat and dream;
that radio silence
is
the most empty sound of all?
Why is it
that I
feel closest to you
when this
simple timestamp
appears before me?
A poem in "Draft" that I thought I'd share