Originally Posted by
Buh4Bee
I fell in love
with him
sitting on the edge
of a page,
looking out
into the darkness
seeing a faint
green light flickering.
The cursor blinking
seemed to wait
for the first plunk on the keyboard.
When no finger emerged,
My only response was
visual silence.
I delicately balanced
on the margin
centered by hope
and a belief in the impossible.
Waiting, but nothing came.
When it did come
it was a bounty of joy
as if my beloved, stood
unexpectedly in my doorway.
But mostly it remained
an unanswered craving,
I was not going to take flight.
As the wordless days passed
my charm no longer novel,
I became just another
expired amusement.
Discarded...
I fell off the page
into an opiate dream.
Flying through our words
of magical memories and
scenes of ambiguous beauty.
Until finally I awoke
with my mental acuity restored,
no longer waiting.
I was now able
to accept the poetry of our exchange
rather than his love
as good enough.
