that if I sit really still and silent,
sometimes. I like to think
I can hear your heart beating
in time with mine
Have I ever told you
that when I watch you speak to me
through lines and cords,
and bytes and ram,
I imagine your voice,
whispering into my ear?
Have I ever told you
that I wait out each day in anticipation,
wanting only an hour or two,
just a second in space and time,
to feel close to you?
Have I ever told you,
have I still yet to tell you . . .
that I love you?