too far from all she knows
she's dreaming of her face
on the east island
too close to all he loathes
he's pondering his fate.
they have lost touch found fear
as its press and pull on mind and heart
twist his her emotions into slip knots
their faces words thoughts ideas
wrapped sent in satellite distortion
coded compressed censored
his her comfort now confusion heartbreak.
she lost faith in their fate
he clutched in vain at his core
when the ocean won
in cahoots with panic
on the ring of a phone
on the press of a key
on the lick of a stamp
on the underside
it was perfect.