Each time you call
or send me a message,
I sigh.
I remember how you gave me
a figurine once
that looked like you.
I stared at that miniature
version of you.
For you were once
my weaver of stories,
my mind's other dimension.
We used to laugh
at things that act normal
and odd
and wonder if they're the same.
You were all the things
that cries adventure
nothing was ever boring
when it comes from your mouth.
But suddenly, we dont see
each other now.
We only exchange greetings
and hi's and hello's
on foreign screens.
We see our faces in segments
like a phase we need to fill up
everyday
to ease the longing.
We look at signs
we share our tales
and I look at your figurine.
Sometimes I object
how we shrink
into pieces of ourselves
and in the long run,
in each message or call,
we become figurines.
