Blank

Negative space grows between us
As nothing
I type and erase feedback
I don’t press send
Or “Add as friend.”
My tendrils of fresh thoughts to you I suspend
And instead become two-dimensional.
Static.
A blogging persona
A ministering angel shall I be
To you as you move on in life
Because a little bit of me has fallen
Into the stream of consciousness that
Is simply a part of the human experience.

It carries me away
These lines of electronic ink
On digital parchment
The paper piles grow
The shredded verses snow
All the discarded drafts

You’ll never know.

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