What I miss most about my parallel cyber-existence
When not at the mercy of Life’s nagging insistence
Is the absolute peace and perfect serenity
When writing Rob ramblings and random poetry
No need to take account of what is happening out there
Just inhaling and exhaling Rob-addled air
And imagining his imperfect but peerless face
Which every line and curve I can trace
And his irresistible and laughing voice
Enchanted idol and revered first choice
Oh, miss him like the desert misses rain
Cannot wait till I can indulge in Rob again…
(On being missing in action due to Real Life prolonged abduction...)
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