Poem

I wanted to write to you to tell you
I had thought of you today

two, three, four times
you had come to mind
to my mind
in the picture created
through pieces sent
electronically
broken down
transferred
over wire and thousands of miles

our thoughts reduced
to an imitation of black ink on paper
in this contradiction
of a cold screen
and words of sympathy
in this contradiction
of distance
and the spaces between
skin and blood

I wanted to write to you
to tell you
what it all means

but I do
not
know.