The messages, the talks over call.

Is it worth or not?

I feel empty without a physical presence.

Texts might be enticing and attractive.

But what when I need a hug?

The truth is I still feel lonely.

Your presence is no presence.

Your words are no words.

You are no where.

Its an idea of you being present.

An imagination which gives me a hope.

A hope, a desperation of you standing in front of me.

Come out of the world of texts.

I need you to physically exist.

©Kritika