Scarce

I'm safe in here
inside of my words
the only place I'm allowed
My emotions and feelings
are deemed absurd
and tend to draw a crowd.
But the sadness I hold
deep within
is growing every day
My poetry is now my only friend
since you went away
Conversations before my eyes
take a number, wait patiently
No wireless proxy will suffice
amid ignored, vibrating insensitivity
And the technology you despise so vehemently
is only when it's coming from me

Tangible

It's the I love  you

that I miss the most

a simple text, a quiet post

to remind me your heart

is really as close

as my love for you inside of mine

It's the sound of your voice

I have to hear

like tangible happiness

poured into my ear

lifting my spirits

bringing you near

a symphonic lullabye combined

I feel you and hear you

more than before

a sigh, a sneeze

even a groan

but what I really need

can never be shown

unless you're looking into my eyes..