When writing somethingβ
A poem,
A comment,
A reply,
I am engaging,
With all of my heart;
Fully immersed,
In feelings of empathy, love,
I have gone higher,
Into this special ‘mode’;
That’s why,
When the floorboards creek above,
In that sudden way,
When the housemate moves,
βThat’s why it tears at my heart,
And I resent the dragging-out of it;
Perhaps it’s to do,
With the limited channels of input,
Of text-based activity,
Compared with in-person interaction,
βFor it requires deep imagination,
To truly picture the other person,
And how they are feeling,
βAnd deep connection,
To really feel intimately,
Of how you are feeling.
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