Look

I say I don't want to meet

you say you'll find me
if I try to hide

I plead you won't

you enquire if I'm scared of you

I try to explain
I'm scared of my desire
piling
like water against the dam of this screen
and I'd rather not
have to face up to the dry reality
of our difference in age

you say ok we'll see

but we shan't, if I have my way :
it would be a mistake
as messaging is, now, every day

it's lovely, you say

but it's not, it's an ache
a beauitiful ache
like remembering colours
must be when you're blind