Sometimes days can pass
Without a single message of import
Parting your lips
And enriching the air.
Swallowed instead by frippery,
Devoured by a monitor's glare,
Bouncing echo-lessly
Around empty conversations.
Vowels stretched to a whisper,
Emotions deadened by text.
The heart may sing
But the head deadens
It's song
And words words words
Continue
And go on and on
And on.
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