our bodies know it
subconsciously our minds believe
his face hovers constantly
fueling this constant rush
this dedication to someone I never knew
some one who knows not of me
as you scroll through a life untouched
read the description of constant prediction
you then wonder
you ponder
she looks at a cold device
left by a cold hand
a hand in witch had once caressed lovingly
something we could never know
yet in a bitter sweet way feel
you look yourself in the eye in a foggy mirror
as she holds this meaningless device
yet to her as she scrolls holds a new world
you could look a person in the eye
love and caress
yet a second later
there's nothing left but a device
if dedications like this hurts a heart
as mine is shattered day by day
then dedications should be made more
for a tear one second could mean a life another
strive to do better
yet I scroll
I cry
missing a soal I could never know
a hundred miles away
proof of an existence
proof of Life
yet life that is happier now
you cant help but think
that you know that your time is near
a sign
a signal
a look
a touch
a feeling
it's there
the thing we all fear the most
we write about it
and talk about it
it's always there
yet we run constantly
and live a life
so continue to scroll
while day by day you face death himself
as you ponder your life
this dedication to a poet
Naomi~wingedfeature
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