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​I’m afraid to do this again.
Fall in love with a machine.
 
My fingers find those familiar
buttons that text me to you;
a thousand miles away, but
available from 6am to 8pm central.
 
Your heart is occupied by a
conveniently familiar face.
I expect to fall for you anyway.
All I can offer are snapshots.
 
What is it about distance
that makes me feel so safe?
What is it about you that
always brings me back?