how disheartening
it must be
for my mother to walk
into this room now
and see three of us here
in the same space
only physically
each of us
with our eyes
affixed firmly
to our own screens
barely acknowledging
that she has
entered the room
her gaze unmet
the words she voiced just now
unregistered
how lonely
it must be
to live in this
so extensively
connected world.
narinda heng 