Fingers

My keyboard
went cold,
though my fingers
were warm, still

Your eyes
were distant,
while we apart, were
looking for answers
with none to be found,

My fingers
warm to the touch
sending impulses back
to my thoughts, warming them
taking them farther
out to you

Distant in your thoughts
warmed a bit, now
by the thought of someone
thinking
of you…

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