Net Love
Rose Lu
Edited By Richard Tornello
I can stop writing.
I can stop surfing the Internet.
Watching each other on the screen
I can't cut out the sadness of longing.
I can't stop thinking of you,
You, with our daily view
untouchable, ethereal, before me.
I can't stop thinking of you.
Signing on signing off,
Each time you tug at my mood.
All is measured by what you posted
I wish I was netted,
the mouse in your hand.
Then I’d know surely know the way of your heart.