She is going through the motions of her life
reflecting till it all seems done with mirrors.
She’s arranging photographs in virtual albums
and tagging smiling faces she won’t call.
She counts incoming e-mails she won’t open
but backs up to a service in the cloud.
She misses friends whose letters she won’t open.
She imagines what would happen if she did.
She ever notes reviews of unread books
She shops online for gadgets she won’t buy.
She stares for hours unfocused at the screen
where the soul she thinks she never had has gone.