Boxes

Dear, how are you?
I'm pretty good at looking
At all these windows and screens
Seems like everything in quarantine
Is about rectangles and frames
We are inside a box
A damn box full of boxes

I got used to see queridos
Into frames and in a way
People have become a blend of words
Many times written, sometimes spoken

Funny how
I have to touch play to hear someone
Amazing and absurd
I never had to touch you for you to speak
Now I feel like if I want to hear you
I have to touch the play button
I rather touch you, darling

Oh I miss the foolish conversations
When I listen someone talking with their eyes
And the whole body speaks and breathes
Querido, this play button sucks
It’s impossible to hug a button
Even more when it’s inside a box

Can I call you tomorrow to hear your voice?
Oh dear! Video call?
You're too good to be seen inside this box
Inside this screen with buttons that record your voice that I prefer to listen in person while your body responds to the language of my own body that misses yours

Oh sweet!
Eu sinto falta do silêncio compartilhado