Can you taste my lips
while hanging on the moon?
Somewhere out there
is closer than the distance
between your addiction
and I seated at your elbow.
I have forgotten the color
of your eyes…they are bleached
by letters and images scrolling
in your palm…Once I was the light
that drew you, but now I am
a candle without a wick.
Look at me! I am real...No one
has airbrushed my skin, spliced
me into a fantasy, riddled me
with emoticons.
"One is the loneliest number
since you went away"….
©Susie Clevenger 2014
The ending to my poem is a quote from the lyrics of One written by Writer(s): Rip Slyme and Harry Nilsson.
Kerry at Real Toads challenged us with alienation...to really hear and respond. I settled into the alienation the cyber world has created. Thankfully my marriage is blessed to not suffer this electronic alienation.
Kerry Says ~ Can You Hear Me?
Comments
You have captured it perfectly in your words!