Can the neural paths between us
Connect online?
Can these words rushing through the mind
Rescue the heart looking for a voiceless home?
Can these images, these voices
Hold your heart in mine?
Does the imagination conjure a voice?
Reading a soothing poem
In the dusk of the winter
Swallowing regret as he reads
The rustle of a light and air exposed page
Coughing out a smoky stained breath
At the end of the last line?
Does the latest update
Feel the reassurance of a hand stroking a moist tear face?
After the story, cooling a tired forehead, in harmony with the flowing letters.