WHERE
where are you?
when
are you?
I can only imagine
forgive me if I humour
myself with the thought
of you reading this poem
streaking through
the galaxy
at near light speed
puzzling through this conceit
deploying all the
intricacies of your
programming
possibilities of
your circuitry
wondering how it
could be I got you exact
nailed you, labelled you
almost
perfectly
a life that I can
only dream and so
did dream
and now we you here
you might just allow yourself
to dream of me
poems 2 die for 