I caught myself creeping, again,
and was struck with a painful yearning for
a woman I knew in,
what seemed to be,
simpler times;
someone similar, yet
crafted in all the
ways I wanted to grow.

Some may have chalked it up to my
accumulated isolation, and the
ideals I placed upon her
ruby-ringed crown.
I knew better;
I had to.

And I wanted to rage at the unfairness of
our separation
as if this was the only obstacle to
our coupling.
Warmth poured from my chest at the
thought of holding her and
whispering these words.

But I only had a
cell phone and my
two thumbs;
it would have to do.

by Erik Shinker

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