Day 542 - It's Our Reality

It's not a telephone ring,
But it sounds like singing,
The way Skype pings.

I know what's waiting for me,
Just click on the green,
A pretty face there to see.

I send her kisses from my lips,
On her bed she always sits,
Entertaining me with her wit.

We share thoughts of our days,
Who did what to start the melee,
Listening mostly to every word we say,

Sometimes we sit in silent time,
Acting as if we are mimes,
Playing games, seems like such a crime.

We have only hours to talk,
No hand in hand walks,
At the mercy of the clock.

I know I'll see you in flesh soon,
Until then, we'll continue to swoon,
Making our love shine bright as the moon.