Psalm for a digital age

Poem by Harvey Gillman

'It could be, I know, that your silence itself was the response that I needed.' | Photo: Erik Araujo on Free Images

I sent you a message. You stopped answering a time ago.

On my knees I begged to know what name you had become.
Your silent laughter filled the multiverse.
I consulted the address book
and called again all the names I found there.
I shouted, whispered, coaxed, wheedled, texted even.
Perhaps there were responses in an unknown file
or the password I had was wrong or outdated.
Maybe you were playing hard to get
or just annoyed at the constant petitions
and blocked all lines of communication.

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