Typing furiously
The websites you administrated
The cool stuff you created

Dancing graciously
The pictures you enhanced
The movies you edited

Plucking gentle
The guitar strings
The songs you sing

Moving delicately
The way you put your chopstick
The way you stroke your joystick

Approach hungrily
Touching the sacred spots
Knead, caress, massage, pinch, rub, enter.

A tiny kitten hid under my tire,
I stepped on the pedals
In just a single turning of the wheel
Parts and pieces of fur and meat
Were bathed in blood
On the cold hard road
I cried for days
I didn’t mean to
I’m sorry
It all happened too fast.

A boy showed me infatuation
I took it all for granted
The meals he cooked, I cooked, we cooked
Private talks, close proximity, presence of each other
The flight we took and the pleasures we had
Shared jokes, unmade promises, confusion
I will cry for a long time
I had wanted for us to last
I’m sorry
It all happened too fast.

Through the pictures you posted,
I see where you'd gone,
I see what you'd done,
Lots of people liked your pictures
It's free to click but do they mean it?
Are they sincere?
Do they like the places?
Do they like the activities?
Or do they just like you?
Like I do.

The 'likes' those pictures generated,
The whispering about you,
The attention you harbored,
The mentioning of your name,
where ever you are,
whatever you are doing,
I see you smirked, pleased.
You like that,
for a while.... a while...
Then you feel empty and do it all over again.

I see you through your posts,
through your videos,
through your photos,
through my chat-box,
I also see you through
the back of my mind,
the only place where I can still touch you
still smell your skin,
still lay down together..
and I see you still care