| Have I ever told you |
| 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 |
| that there has been times, |
| when I ached for you, |
| ached for you so badly, |
| that the emotions overwhelmed me.. |
| and so I sat and cried? |
| Have I ever told you |
| that sometimes, |
| I will reach out, |
| touching your name |
| on this cold screen before me, |
| wishing |
| I could reach in |
| and pull you to me? |
| Have I ever told you |
| that after the first time I heard |
| the sound of your voice, |
| thousands of miles away, |
| I sat up all night, |
| turning the conversation over and over |
| in my mind, |
| examining it, |
| like some newly discovered species of flower? |
| Have I ever told you |
| that I would give everything up, |
| just for one night |
| to be able to lay near you, |
| to feel your chest rise and fall |
| with each breath you take, |
| just to know that you are real? |
| Have I ever told you |
| that I dream of you often, |
| I dream of you reaching out |
| and touching my hand, |
| simply to let me know |
| that you are there, |
| and everything is okay? |
| Have I ever told you, |
| have I still yet to tell you . . . |
| that I love you? |