The computer rumbles loudly
slightly to my right.
So much noise.
I try to focus on it when I miss your voice.
I imagine you talking, but then
sadness engulfs me.
Who are you talking to?
It isn't me.
Even now I long for you,
My heart and mind at war.
There's a part of me that is done,
that wants nothing more to do with you,
but my heart is not that part.
I see your name,
logged into your game
night after night,
and sometimes I wish
that you were still playing me instead.