I don’t remember
December 5th, 2010 § 3 Comments
What this place used to be like
and those people I met
warm, fuzzy and nice
together we sketched a fine vignette.
That subscribing to feeds
or hitting refresh
hoping to see a new post
from friends of the online flesh.
Miss those long conversations
about the subtle implications that were never expressed
that waiting for the co-blogger to come online
when real life as a concept was as good as dead.
The tiny moments of bursting joy
after a new comment
the time I wasted day dreaming
wondering if the next composition be advent or lament.
Where are you lost
friends bonded over a bunch of words
your spaces exist in vain
unless your excuse is lost passwords.
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“Miss those long conversations
nice.
about the subtle implications that were never expressed”
By the way, I miss doing poetry. I don’t like my poems any longer.
Yours are good as ever.
@ Vik: You are alive!
@ Manee: I always liked yours more. Mutual admiration thumbs up!