Open season on interpretations: Slipstream

I see you
child
in the electronic static
lost among
the clickety-clack of keys
and data

And I knew you once
then
before time grew short
and I could not see.

You were there.

Come out come whisper
child
we still can play if I
have not forgotten that,
too.

The static streams are loud
and you -
Did I only just
look away?

NsB 10-Aug-9