I seek you between the pixels
and the pixilated.
Electrons still smell of where you past.
Photons rearranged, your likeness
flutters into existence then fades again
a wrong wavelength.
If you were here, you'd see,
my hand in the air, with a foot on the couch.
An antenna stuffed awkwardly
in a sleeve fingers extending to the gods as..
I Ballance my loginhand technology.
Laughter iHear and twist my body
this way and that... I'm getting close..I turn my head and
...oh! " Hello honey, your not online?"