All she could do 
was touch him
with her hand, her smile, 
her arms could
circle his shoulder, but these were all so
inadequate - how could she
communicate the way 
the shape of his face 
burnt her heart?  He was only 
on loan, she knew 
he would go, but looked on him
with benign eyes, genuine affection.
He never read her message
burning there, the medium
was wrong.  He only knew
modernity, the fast paced thing,
her smile passed him by,
was not on screen.
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