Looking at my screen
for your voice in words
over, and over,
and over.
Maybe it's me.
I know I may not be
the man of your dreams,
and I would apologize for that
if I didn't feel like reality
is just so much more enjoyable
when you're around.
Or when you tell me
about the nightmare you just had.
Instead, I'll hold on to this
decaying black screen
until you remind me
why I don't mind technology.