Connection not established, dear, your “pic”
Your rosy face has not adorned the “cam”
Your loving eyes, obstructed by this jam,
Still hide behind my bootless “double-click”
I tried “reboot”, exhausted every trick,
To win a glimpse of you, albeit sham,
A kiss, a smiley face, a “Love you, Sam…”
To light my room and flame my spirit’s wick
Connection down! The lines and I are pressed
My sorrow doubles, sev’rance multiplies,
Once more your pillow hosts my teary eyes
I hug your dress, and lull myself to rest…
Connection lost! The night is grim and vile
Oh will the line, tomorrow, lug your smile?
Beirut
September 17th 2004
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I can connect with the disconnection. Am always losing the connection. Line is always down Always have to reboot. Cute poem. I like it. Thank you for sharing. RoseAnn