The tubes feed me familiar words as they feed you life.

I have never met you, I had no awareness of your existence

Until recently and I have seen little of your suffering and strife.

I don’t possess the wit or the talent to write what your life meant in one sentence.

I can measure only in minute amounts your memories by fleeting photograph

On a delicate digital screen, that cumbersome and dishonest

Perverted distorter of your life, which doesn’t show all you have loved and how you laugh,