Digital Ghost
I trace your name
on a cold glass surface.
No ink to stain my fingers,
no paper to fold and keep.
Just pixels glowing in the dark,
a ghost made of light,
waiting for my screen
to go to sleep.
Written on a screen, read through the glass. #DigitalPoetry
It hits a very modern kind of loneliness and intimacy. Thank you for sharing that.
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