My Companion Poem by Sean Green

My companion is now a box
a cast of thousand I adore
sight and sound found within
meaning more than meeting live

by the virtue of the internet
the connection will never cease
even when I'm all solitary
rarely seeing another being

except by pixels on the screen
arranged in joy or sorrow's bent
pretending to emulate
the genuine of face to face

this companion I'll never leave
unless the signal no longer flows
flashing light on the box
then I'll cry in loneliness.

© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved.20181209.