Disconnection


We used to have almost the same frequency
Far, but not distant
Not together
But always with each other
Not talking
But always communicating
No empty spaces despite real gaps.
Now silence becomes walls
Distance becomes real roads
Things and layers and countries in between
Skype, phones, or other mediums to close distance- our virtual enemy
Become nothing more than just a reminder of oceans
Of times zones
Of thousands of miles apart
Of hindrances and empty beds
And airports we will never meet at.

By Samantha Fabian


3 comments

  1. I fall in love with the visual every time. The poetry is minimal, each word seemingly carefully plucked. Beautiful.

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  2. this brings such a specific kind of feeling that only a brilliantly worded piece can create, wow!

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