The grey rain
clouds my eyes
and turns
the world grey
again.
Why must the world
contain only pain?
A sea of salt,
and only open wounds.
I participated in a fantasy yesterday
In it,
two people didn't
touch
two people didn't
kiss
two people didn't
make love
Twas but a fantasy
of the electronic world.
Bits and bytes exchanged
by two nebulous humans,
keyboards the only reality.
We never parted company either.
I never said I had any
real feeling for her,
and she never wanted to leave.
But I'm in tears anyway,
Why?