L.E.D L.O.V.E

She sees him
Only on a filtered screen
While the bus creaked
Under her weaping covered
Voice

Face plastered
To the screen,
Cared for and clean,
More than her smiling chapped lips.
Eyes void, red,
Corneas unwillingly scorched
Her voice clinks fast
Too scared to miss
The temorary connection.

Suddenly she glanced
Into reality
Not once registering
Her stop had passed

Under the chandelier of screens
Love remains a sad L.E.D
In this digital homecoming
Of an isolated secret heart
Shared with a love over blue lights

© Franklin J. Stadler