temporarily out of service, the sign said
the digital equivalent of being dead
and that’s how I feel away from you
temporarily out of service
my circuitry pumping tiny neurons of information to my heart
CPU process flops down to almost a halt
what amounts to eons in the technology age
trying to reestablish our loss of connection
decompiling any source of affection
your voice echoes, modulating in my mind
and for a moment I wonder… the status compacity of my brain
have I reached maximum memory storage?
I miss you and our networking capabilities
so much more than a logon love affair
more like a fiber optic dream
built in binary
1’s and 0’s
bright as rainbows
trying to transmit my love for you
The Emotional Delusions of a Mad Man
