I’ve seen you.
Well, only a part of you.
Only a slice.
Only an angle.
Only the surface.
Absent was warmth.
Absent was texture,
But still there was you.
2D You.
It’s an approximation
You’re not really as
The machine sees it,
But something close enough,
At least for how I
Use the material.
I wish you were really her,
But I can easily settle for
2D You.
And you’re still there,
But you’re not really there
Because you’re frozen
In ones and nothings.
And you will age.
And you will suffer.
And you will die,
Which is why you can’t compare to