Siblings through the wire.
I want you to know I feel bad.
Watching you sprain ankles and
Stay up late, listening to the frigid whispers
Of your own distress,
While I sleep on a stubborn mattress
Two hundred miles away,
Connected to you only through the wire of
My keyboard.
We are destined to talk online,
And now that first joke begins to worry me
Because there’s nothing I wouldn’t
Give to cheer you on at a track meet, and
Hug you after, not even caring where you placed.
Convince you that my PRs are based not on
Time, but acts of kindness.
Because I barely know what you sound like,
Or how tightly you hug people, or how much sun
Those highlights can really reflect.
Maybe I pay too much attention
To your punctuation and choice of words
When I ask you what’s wrong, and I
Can definitely seem nosy, but I care enough to
Dissect each sentence you type. So
If something bothers you, sending an extra period
Will be enough to alert me.
But we are connected through more than
Copper wires and programming code,
And I confidently guarantee you this:
As chivalry remains paralyzed and
True love and superficiality become synonyms,
I will care for you no less, and we
Will wait under graying skies
Side by side,
For the dawn of a hopeful romance.
Watching you sprain ankles and
Stay up late, listening to the frigid whispers
Of your own distress,
While I sleep on a stubborn mattress
Two hundred miles away,
Connected to you only through the wire of
My keyboard.
We are destined to talk online,
And now that first joke begins to worry me
Because there’s nothing I wouldn’t
Give to cheer you on at a track meet, and
Hug you after, not even caring where you placed.
Convince you that my PRs are based not on
Time, but acts of kindness.
Because I barely know what you sound like,
Or how tightly you hug people, or how much sun
Those highlights can really reflect.
Maybe I pay too much attention
To your punctuation and choice of words
When I ask you what’s wrong, and I
Can definitely seem nosy, but I care enough to
Dissect each sentence you type. So
If something bothers you, sending an extra period
Will be enough to alert me.
But we are connected through more than
Copper wires and programming code,
And I confidently guarantee you this:
As chivalry remains paralyzed and
True love and superficiality become synonyms,
I will care for you no less, and we
Will wait under graying skies
Side by side,
For the dawn of a hopeful romance.