Poetry Corner

Ghosted

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 I touch the letters of your name 
cold, unresponsive, grave, 
and cry. 
Is there anybody there? 
Why do you not respond? 
Poised in limbo state I wait. 
Two grey ticks - 
Delivered. 
Change now to blue - 
Read. 
Still wordless silence. 
I'm haunted by your absence, 
Ghosted 
by the machine. 


Suzanne Fairless-Aitken