an alarm blears as
I hurl myself out of covers
to the digital round-table
now so familiar

I try to keep open
my eyes weighed down
and with little resistance to closing
presence is vulnerable, deliberate

from greetings to conversations
awkward silence
permeates so loudly
as songs of yearning unheard

hence, the softest of syllables spoken
and drops of emotion shed
seeped through calloused filters
are the most moving and profound

I see you
I hear you
and I’ll forever be cheering for you
thanks