Separation is deadly,
for one who was just well
is now sick
and requires the gentile touch of his mate.

The worship of a tiny screen,
just trying to catch a glimpse of the soul
that fuels the internal fire
inside my fragile heart.

Hanging onto every single word,
as if it was an offering from God himself
that promised to give everlasting life
to you and your family.

At night,
dreaming of being held tightly
by the only person who can bring you happiness
in this dark cold world.

By day,
longing for the feeling of her soft lips
pressed up against yours
giving you a feeling of revival.

On we worship the screen,
the window to your one true love
that is simply an illusion
comprised of pixels and light.

How you would do anything,
anything at all to hold her
and warm her at night
as she falls asleep in your arms.

You would walk a million miles,
anything just to see her smile
and light up your day
even one last time.