My Virtual Life Poem by Alexandro Johns

The rain of the days
effaced the footpath that I walked with her,
and the turbid river of my thought
destroyed the bridges of our reunion.

Since then, I live locked up
in a house of virtual windows,
that once in a while,
allows me to look at her real life
from my imitation stand.

But, never more

I won't spy on her facebook or twitter again;
I behaved like a thief
who doesn't dare to break shop windows,
and of so much dreaming for something unreachable
I cowardly return to my imaginary house.

Her transitory vision
that from the bottom of an intangible cup
was burning my thirst
it won't disturb me,
at last.