I am compelled to write about nonsensical things
As we sit in a capsule of rot
Wasting time, preaching to a generation
Lost in cyberspace.
An impossible task in this two dimensional world
Where empathy does not show
Body language does not offer any cues
A flick of a wrist, a wink of an eye
Gestures that convey meaning
Layer upon layer as the context is
Understood in a millisecond
This wonderful sensual art
Of really listening.
Observing. Taking in the scent of perfume
As the last sip of coffee
The perfunctory civilised good night
A kiss on a cheek
Somewhere, someone has switched
Off his laptop
Frustrated, annoyed. Feeling
No kiss on the cheek
Falls into a fitful sleep.