by Ore Fakorede
From miles away, we shared a room,
And warmed ourselves with glowing coals.
Connected through time, audible via Skype,
Us two lonely, needy souls.
We spoke of things that made no sense,
Like planting roses beneath the sea.
Of guilt, of shame, of innocence,
And all we hoped someday could be.
Our bond was forged in stainless steel,
The stately shell of my MacBook Air.
With tweets and posts traded like cards,
‘Away’ must be the new ‘here’.
Her favourite songs live on my playlist,
How easily strange becomes familiar.
‘Unreachable’ no longer exists,
In a world without borders or walls.