When you talk to someone through an electronic medium, you're communicating with a delayed copy of that person. It's like watching a star explode.
These words go far--
to your bedroom.
Yeah, it's quite a long walk,
but by the time that they reach you,
they don't mean much.
Next time I'll try
to be patient
while the signal comes through--
across thousands of miles of cables.
This gap is measured in milliseconds,
and it trips me each time
that I try to cross it
with a sentence.
There's an ache in my eardrums where your voice used to be.
released February 21, 2014
basses by Dean Torrey
original photo by Jesse Stein