That isn't her name, did you know?

                                                           

I looked for you on S K Y P E

I was supposed to show you my apartment.

A long time ago, remember when there was a promise

Of you and I, naked, in the sea. “I swim every morning and night,” you said.

The thought of you, in the sea, morning and night, felt like freedom.

And yet I knew

If I waited long enough

There would be no you, no I, no sea:

So when I saw her name, and your name,

Her and your name(s)

Listed next to each other

“probably not active” they said

What they meant was “probably not active” with me--

 “completely active” with each other--

I looked for you on S K Y P E

But you were not there

You were locked in limbs and breasts and lips

Pixels that look just like you

And I only was thankful

That touch cannot reach through a screen.