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Instant Intimacy 8/14/2009 5:26:52 AM
The end of intimacy in an instant world. This is a eulogy for our poetry nights at the bookstore.
Remember the day when that spoken word artist shook us to the core?
You were so inspired that you bought her book and I performed her poetry for you.
The more I scowled, the more you laughed. I just couldn’t master her lyrical flow, you know?
By the way, I disagree, reading poetry on your Kindle just doesn’t seem the same to me.
This is a eulogy for our conversations.
And the evening phone calls that stretched into the wee hours of the morning.
I miss that back-and-forth banter that once defined us.
Yes, you used to say tomaaaayyyyto and I used to say tomaaaahhhhto.
But it seems we don’t say much of anything anymore.
By the way, I disagree, that sweet e-mail just doesn’t seem the same to me.
This is a eulogy for our mid-afternoon check-ins.
I really miss asking you about your day.
And hearing how you planned to make our world just a little brighter.
By the way, I disagree, the Twitter updates just doesn’t seem the same to me.
This is a eulogy for our intimacy.
I really miss staring into your eyes until your random blinks and my rhythmic heartbeats would eventually fall into sync.
Your wondrous brown eyes could never lie to me, no matter what your mischievous mouth said. Like when your mouth said, yes, that you loved my Creole dirty rice, well, your eyes told me to never prepare that meal again.
By the way, I disagree, that sweet Skype video message just doesn’t seem the same to me.
This is a eulogy for our weekly golf outings.
After summers of your priceless tutoring, yes, finally, my swing is respectable enough to join you on the green alongside the real golfers.
By the way, I disagree--the Wii game version you bought just doesn’t seem the same to me.
This is a eulogy for the Build-A-Bear Workshop teddy you stuffed for me.
And the handwritten love note that was pinned to its coat.
By the way, I disagree--your constant teddy bear ‘pokes’ on Facebook just doesn’t seem the same to me.
The next time you visit my Facebook page, perhaps you should check my relationship status.
By the time you read this note that, too, would have changed.
