Remove the messenger – a poem

Staring at your photo
As if you’d come to life,
Slip your hand
Through my screen
To emulate how you’d hold
My face.

My eyes search
For imagined movements
From your eyes
An imagined link
Fabricated lies
That you’d care enough to
Call me.

As binary as my signals
I send to you in whispers
Caged heart
Never fully open
You used me
To reach a limit
I hadn’t yet
Determined.

Tortured, foolish girl
Obsessive ruminator
Delete the messages
Remove
The messenger.