Monitor Illusions

I can see the reflection of your mouth
in the monitor of my computer screen

parting 

and converging

to mumble all the messages that you have sent

As you notice                                                                 

that I have noticed you

the corners of your rouged lips curve upwards

and the light that comes from your smile is so bright

I can no longer see your words.

But as I turn my head past my shoulder

to where your reflection stands

you are nowhere to be seen,

you're a ghost, a shadow,

a hidden file.

Yet, as I lower my hand towards my keypad

to reply to what you once told me

something stops my hand

and interlocks its fingers with mine.