Internet Lover - Poem by samuel nze
The world is a complex dream
The internet is the denouement
A world intricately woven together
Never ceases to amaze me
You are on the other side of the world
And I am here
But we can see and speak to each other
It is the white man's juju.
On this chair I reach out to you
See that smirk on your face
Hear your voice sift through the speaker
Like I did yesterday on the phone
You complain of Chioma
And the life you left behind when
You reached America in January
I tell you of my dream
To win a visa lottery
But in between we speak of love
And marvel at the complicity of life.
You are an American best friend
Far far away
But you also are an internet lover
So so near.
I may win that lottery, my love
And join you over there
But till then
I will sit still on this chair
And reach out to you on the internet
As I did when you were here with me
Back home in Africa.
I love you, Jude.
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