Texting is so out of context & like email, you have no inflection.
And are those nice pictures really you or just some computer-generated ***-pots?
Surely this invigorating liaison is techno-madness, existing in a land that flesh forgot, where people don't ever kiss or hug or make love or even touch.
Jesus, I miss you for real.
A character poem about computer dating, emailing, and texting love.