Tuesday, June 12, 2012

February 12, 2009

We each sit, not a word spoken
Faces buried deep in our personal desktops
Eyes glazed over,
Talking over digital conversations
We indulge ourselves with the meditation this brings us
We seem to be ignoring one another
But actually appreciate each other's company

The long eared being is present
And he continues to bother me
I love him all the same

Barely acknowledging each others prescene,
We sit and still enjoy this time together
Many would find it odd
I find it comforting
And cannot ask for more.

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