My phantom texts
Where do they go
I wonder when
I click and blow
The words onto
A virtual globe
I write to you
A pint of hope
Your god has ways
To let you know
What I type
Into this board
Things I should
Have said when your
Eyes were to
Yet let its glow
Fall prey to dusk
And sink in dust
This beaming screen
Just mocks my trust
That you're not gone
Taken not lost
You read my words
And know my thoughts.
- Rati
