Tiny pixel letters
Scurrying like
Geometric ants
Over the smooth
Glass window
In his hand.

Virtual presence,
Compressed
And neatly packaged
To fit inside
The limited bandwidth
Of modern life.

Brief hellos,
Private jokes and
Literally small talk
Sprinkled with
Bare-boned truths
And open hearths,
Fresh from
The dissecting table.

When there’s
No need
To pull punches,
Who or what
Defines
The true meaning
Of friend?

Even in
Homeopathic doses
Poison can be lethal,
And relationships
Grow deep.