Just posted the following poetic blurb on The Choka and I really like it so I'm reproducing it here.
Time crawls parallel to me Where did you go, love?
Reach across the nothing void Barely touch your hand
Other dimension splits us Or just the cell phone
No matter what you're still there Fading in and out
Flashes and glimpses of you Somewhere in the world
I like how it reads. I like the time, reaching across and missing each other thing. It felt really good writing it. It feels like everything flows naturally, like it was already part of the landscape; I just happened to make it visible.