Comming in a little blurry,
Partly static, but don't worry.
Our time apart is not forever,
Technology can make it better.
Now I can be a world away
And see you smile every day.
Now you can tell your daily musings
And blow me kisses at your choosing.
But this is just a tease, a trace:
A vague impression of your face.
Technology, at its best a ghost,
Cannot compare to holding you close.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very impressive write, William mcgehee. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.