Shipwrecked

(Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. ....who am I kidding! If you think this poem is about you, maybe we should have dinner and talk about it! ::shrugs::)

He comes to me in bursts. Like mircro-explosions of the chemical kind.
It starts with a "like" and graduates to a "share".
Then a smile, then a message;
Then a text will appear.

He comes to me in waves, an unrivaled force of nature.
A smile trumped by no other, eyes kinder than before.
His words are so enticing, welcoming and calming:
"if you happen to change your mind"
"you're a friend! That will never change."
"You're beautiful to me." He says
His words hard to believe.

He comes to me like fire beckoning moths to dance around his light.
He haunts me in my memories;
We dance forever in my dreams.
He smiles at me through computer screens.
Makes me laugh by video streams.

And all the while he doesn't get it!
Or seem to understand.
That every time he comes and goes,
I become a ship wrecked on the sand.

Written Wednesday, December 18, 2013