10 April 2012
Perfectly formed cheeks Made up of tiny pixels of red, white and reflected blue Touch the glass and feel a warmth But it's not the same
A never ending smile A stream of occasionally broken bits and bytes Filling me with happiness and contentment from afar But it's not the same
Blow a kiss Say goodnight I kiss my fingers As do you The feel of skin on my lips But it's not the same
One sleep closer Another day nearer Until your touch, warmth and presence Is a fingertip away It's definitely not the same
Someday soon I shall turn out the light At the end of every day Close my eyes And hear your breath Reach for your fingers Feel you squeeze mine back
And I shall fall asleep knowing That it will never be the same As our long distance goodnights We once used to share
Pixels From Afar • Opuss № I