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I Love Small Boxed Faces
Soupers often engage in emotional ways.
There can be depth in what two might exchange.
When someone leaves our shared Soup domain,
their diminished light is a missed, valued sight.
Some remarks feel like word-shaped embraces
and time together often leaves valued traces.
Is is not odd, just plain strange, as well as an ache
that Soup relationships are both close and remote?
I have missed your small-boxed faces,
your writes and presence on my pages.
I wonder if other soup pals also ponder
the restrictions our bonds form under.
I recall the joys of our hellos and ‘getting to knows’
But ‘byes and why-gone words’ are silent blows.
It must be a new age emotional feeling
the internet brought into being
so people everywhere could connect.
Dog-gone-it, doesn’t connect
sound inept?
Copyright ©
CayCay Jennings
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