I thought poets had words to communicate,
I thought poets had a heart
I thought we were human beings sharing
or trying to share something human within us,
something true deep inside us...
There is a screen, there are thousands of miles between us,
is this not enough?
Solitudes face to face
disdainful and careless...
I write and speak to ghosts
lost in the desert.

What a world I am living in...