I see you in social media platforms,
A face I\u2019ve never touched,
But every post, every picture,
Pulls me in, just as much.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
We\u2019ve never spoken,
Our worlds have never collided,
But through a screen, I\u2019ve found
A love I can\u2019t deny or hide.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I scroll through your moments,
The glimpses of your day,
And with each passing post,
My heart drifts further away.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Away from where I am,
To where you might be,
Wondering if you notice,
If you ever think of me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
You share your joys, your laughter,
The things that make you smile,
And here I am, just a shadow,
Watching all the while.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
It\u2019s strange to love someone
You\u2019ve never truly known,
To feel so deeply connected
To a heart that\u2019s never shown.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I imagine what it\u2019d be like
To meet you face to face,
Would you see the love in my eyes,
Or would I feel out of place?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I dream of conversations,
Of words we\u2019ve never said,
Of moments we could share,
If only fate had led.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
But for now, I\u2019m just a follower,
A stranger in your crowd,
Loving you from a distance,
Without saying it out loud.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Maybe one day, our paths will cross,
In the real world, not just online,
But until then, I\u2019ll be here,
Loving you from behind the line.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Because even through a screen,
My feelings are true,
And though we\u2019ve never met,
I feel like I already know you.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
So, I\u2019ll keep watching,
Keep dreaming of the day,
When our online love
Might find a way.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Walking Shadow Poetry Kenya.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
I see you in social media platforms,A face I\u2019ve never touched,But every post, every picture,Pulls me in, just as much. We\u2019ve never spoken,Our worlds have never collided,But through a screen, I\u2019ve foundA love I can\u2019t deny or hide. I scroll through your moments,The glimpses of your day,And with each passing post,My heart drifts further away. 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