Data

A man she's never met
holds her fragile heart.

He speaks of love unbroken
yet his voice she's never heard.

Tiny bits and bites of data
explode across the air.

They reform upon a screen
in time and word and deed.

How can one feel such
emotions from a silent box.

Does passion really erupt
from chips and plastic keys.

she weeps for days on end
when he says goodbye.

The man she never met
fades from the computer's eye.