Contact by Wendy Tonge
Sunrise, my perfect time of day
another day and another chapter of my book
and, so far, is it so good ?
My computer seems to almost wait, as always
quietly contemplating the gentle touch of my fingers
along the keys
For this computer is like a trusted friend
a companion - silently watching, seeing all and saying nothing
It is a love story that threads its way across the screen
one man and one woman - flesh and blood, pulsating, almost breathing
I am immersed in their fantasy, in their emotion, their heartbreak
searching, craving, regretting, denying then succeeding
each word carefully placed - side by side - evolving and creating the very souls
of one man and one woman
I pause, take stock, think
"Don't stop" I've heard that voice a thousand times before
but I must
then later, once again I take my place
and face my nemesis
exacting, grueling, punishing - day after day
the clock is ticking, ticking as tick it must until the words finally stop
"Don't stop"..... a whisper on the air and again "don't stop"
the voice so near, so very near
"I love you, I love you" .....those words come louder...."DON'T STOP"
I am mesmerized, confused, tired, so very tired
"I love you, I love you" and in disbelief I stare in horror
as the words begin to slowly creep across the screen
"I LOVE YOU, I LOVE YOU", line by line by line by...