A Skype portrait between two friends
Who now see each other every two years.
Who used to be roommates who shared fears.
This is the closest friend I now have.
Who would my friends be without the net?
Maybe that’s not worth thinking about, yet.
The laptop was taken around our place
As I gave him a tour of our new space.
After the call it felt like he had just left.
A friend in a box on my countertop
Makes me wonder what we have got.
What ever happened to real flesh and blood?
Is this the way we connect before the flood
Or will we emerge into one hard drive?
Communicating together forever, live.