Keying Love Poem by Dustin Newman

I read you. You come from thin air.
A ghost. A glass shadow.
Ready to break.

Miles apart. A distance. A divide.
The light of a thousand stars bring you no closer.
Reeling from hurt. Sit, I must.
Reading the words. Appearing from naught.
All I have of you.

From thought to fingers.
They spell love lost. Love gone. Love abandoned
Keys are the release of meaning.
Each press, personification of pain.

Love is not spelled L O V E.
It is keyed with each word. Carefully crafted.
Tailored to that one person.
Unique enough to draw forth such emotions.
And deserving of more than you can give.

My words erupt from silence.
Stumbling for a foothold.
Grasping for firm attention.
Take root. Grow.
This love is unshakable.