Dear faraway reader,
time and again have I pictured you
scrolling by my woeful words
your graceful fingers pausing for a while
your eyes lingering over the lines
a random smile painting your face.
And I have also pictured you
roughly scrolling by
sighing with disappointment
because it wasn’t my poem you were longing for
even condemning my illegible handwriting
(I have made amends and turned to print)
and perhaps you have scorned at my coarse writings,
my poor attempt at poetry.
But dear reader,
your silent presence much comforts me
and I hope you find yourself mirrored in my verse
for the beauty I talk about is no other than you
for in my verse, you’re immortal, too.