Our love was made for Skype screens

We fall asleep while illuminated by an alien glow
and wake with the memories of a drowsy conversation.

I can see her and I can hear her
I can laugh at her jokes and she can laugh at mine.
But the experience isn’t the same without holding her
This laptop isn’t the right touchscreen

Of airplanes, and fast cars speeding toward each other.
Always waiting for that moment of contact
of “3, 2, 1”
Even fast cars are not fast enough to bring us together.

Two objects close together can form a spark
Enough potential built up to cross a small distance

James Tian is an MS-1 who prefers Skype over Google Hangouts.