I sit behind that old painting

made by a forgotten artist.

I blanket myself

in the warmth of an ice cube.

I am a shadow that hides

in the rays of eclipsed moons.

The virtual world is my soul mate,

and I,

just another piece of random words.

Lying within that one teardrop

of an abandoned lover.

Time displaced, emotions replaced,

I wonder,

‘Do you covet me still?’