While we are so connected, we are so far apart
The crackle of the phone line sometimes rips at our heart
Anger, frustration, and lonliness continue
While we begin our chats though our online venue
Pictures flying back and forth, smiles sometimes forced
Joy begins and then resigns, it was just coerced
To break the connection, we cannot bear
Though the ache too much and always there
Our love for each other always comes first
And through it all, our connection overcomes the hurt

© October 2, 2009 Deanna Repose
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