Absurdity

it has become a routine..
Everyday, at the same time..
We meet in a virtual world, a realm called internet.
Well, it's a saviour realm for me. There, I can hear you, I can hear your voice, I can almost touch you with my mind..(Almost touch is not a touch..)

But..it's empty..there isn't any flesh, no fragrance, no warm breath..no soft silken skin..no real you..just your voice..

I miss you..Really miss you..
every second that I endure, is another note, musical note to end this serene lover's serenade...
Oh, How I would love to add more paces in this overture, get it over with, and begin the concert...

Missing you..