2: 21 A.m.

at 2: 21 a.m.
the right hand
corner of my
computer
shows that
you are offline

or at least
you pretended
to be offline

i know you
like me you
sometimes
want to choose
being invisible

then another
poem speaks
another poem
is born and
it bites
it kisses you
in such a distant
silence

that always asks
why?

goodbye.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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