only one hundred and forty characters left to share a pacific ocean fog that whistles and swirls around me like chilled hands seeking warmth
a few more characters and later in darkness i’ll wrap my fingers and senses around your distant skin untouched by winter’s caverness embrace
and maybe with a message tapped i can pause your heart from its rushing to and fro and in that moment with only words steal your breath away
with each thought sent i wonder as the characters disappear silently into the sky from my hand to yours if they playfully change their shape
do the characters shift and twirl turning words and phrases into carelessly typed meaningless jumbles? or do they stay locked in rigid lines
and laugh or weep or sigh from the messages they form? or do they lie awake trembling unable to forget their part in a final anguished plea?
i can’t believe that these characters are nothing more than fleeting digital beats: easily swiped away or left unanswered in a digital stack
yet in the silence awaiting your reply i wonder whether my message strayed, hid deep inside the white noise floating between us in the night