You wait at the screen for words
to tumble, for faces to appear out
of a mask, for an emotion to
wrap its emptiness, for the
tragedy of a death in a
land unknown, for news
trickling down like brewed
coffee.
You wait at the screen, the
life passing by in small trifles
you never promised to do, in
small silences you never
bothered to hear, in pages
you forgot to read, in faces you
will never see.
Time empties itself in memory
as it eases past your sight.
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