Letting The Cables Sleep

Today, she is an apparition. A vague recollection of a face that is now ghostly, haunting me with the memory of beauty. It’s been so far since we were close, and it makes me nervous to think of her coming back into focus. All people blur together when their appearance is a font; when you can only tell them apart by which words are capitalized and where periods are placed. I’ve known so many fonts in my life and I want to know her more than just through cables and across time zones. I want to know for certain, and in a week’s time, I’m not sure whether or not I will, but at least I’ll have seen her. And that much, at least, is a start.