Virtually Yours

Surreal
Things aren't always

What they seem 

We lift our heads and nod

Safe
Behind the words we craft

Steam rises above

Our dining room coaster's
 Images await in
Virtual toasters
*
Strange somehow
These bonds we forge
Like bread we break
Later become the crumbs
 We often toss..
*
Peering through our

Looking glass

As people pass

Along the Internet cafe

Things aren't always

What they seem

~But we'll leave a draft~