Clever, this mode of communication. I can speak without words and you listen, from farther than sound waves carry. Across vast distance we converse, sometimes shouting, sometimes secretly whispering, or jesting delightedly, our smiles never faltering. I am laden with unmanageable sadness when we misunderstand.
Today I find myself weary, though never too weary to blow you a kiss.
Or push the door closed with the sign for ‘I love you.’