I’ll talk to you
like this
with words shiny on screens
as if
we’re lovers
separated by miles
of sea.
We’re stupid and we’re poor,
you can’t send me your thoughts
as if
I’m your hero
in a faraway war.
By this
I mean to keep us alive
in you
through the months&miles.;
So that you don’t grow fond of
what I’ve come to mean
for you
but of what I’m made of.