By Danny Condon
We were drenched in pixels and light
It was fairly intimate
Longed for routine that included your time
Clouded by innocence
You were the moon in presence of sun
Well above horizons
Entrapped in these new mediums
Found in our pockets
Your body harbored by telephone
Built on conversation
Caught in webs of common interest
Played station to station
The memory feels impressionist
And overly saccharine
Maybe that's part of adolescence
And aged remembering
Learned how to start a flame
But never taught how to sustain
Burned the match to feel alive
Wasn't prepared to watch it die
In a time defined by our youth
You felt impossible
We were wired by heartache and blues
And flickering abdominals
But I made habit of disappearance
And phantom's apology
In time the absence grew fierce
So you proved autonomy
Burned the match to feel alive
Wasn't prepared to watch it die
You're a memory I stashed
A storm of heart from the past
Like when I said,
"You're the summer solstice
And the darkest shade of blue
It's become my favorite color
Let me wrap myself in you
Digitally intertwined
We both know how this ends
I'll never feel your light
But I can't let this go
'Cause then I lose a friend"