the hands of the clock
are replaced by
neon numbers
blinking on black

the papery scent
of books forgotten
the library doormat
footprints free

the pencil in my hand
is a burden
erasing mistakes
is a backspace

the world browses through
my pictures
and memories
are no longer tangible

halfhearted i love you's
exchanged over the internet
tear stains
are history

the postman
isn't coming
Yahoo!
delivers my mail

html codes
replaces the blood
that used to flow
through my veins