as the morning dew
clinging its clear droplet
onto a blade of grass.
As it runs down the blade
so, it fades into the earth.

I’m close to you
as my mask
covering nose and lips
sniffles and smiles
teeth as pearls
hidden in swirls of sand

I’m close to you
as pixels
cramming together
for the picture
of the man
that stares into the screen
I’ve only seen above
the keys
or through the door

I cannot hold him
with arms
I hold him with stares
I cannot touch him
with hands
I touch him with care