It was more of a plunge
Less of a fall
Stumbling, tumbling
Head first into a wall,
Well aware of the dangers
That we know exist
Still we agreed
We were up for this.
If only the virtual
World were real,
If only we really felt
What we imagine we feel.
I have held your hand
Through the depths of despair
Guided you back from the edge
Because I truly do care,
I have shared your joy,
I have felt your pain,
Oh, but this is just
An elaborate game,
For I only know
What you show to me,
Because we are
Shrouded in mystery
It’s a lovely illusion,
A sweet fantasy,
But dawns early light
Shows stark reality.
We are cardboard figures,
One-sided and flat,
Not real, that’s all
Can be said about that.
We are phantom dancers,
Wearing ballroom masques
Unencumbered by what
Lies in our pasts.
We are delicate writings
On a beautiful page,
But it’s only a play,
This is only a stage
Our minds have met, but we never will,
We know each other so well, yet, are strangers still.
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"Our minds have met, but we never will,
We know each other so well, yet, are strangers still."
Such a poignant and melancholy ending, indeed.
Although in my reading aloud, I seem to sense a couple of metric incongruities (primarily the syllable stresses at the end of stanzas 3 and 4, IMHO), the rhythm flows well. The best flowing stanza (IMHO, of course) and my favorite is stanza 10...but it begs the question: If our life is a play, who is the playwright?
Thanks for a thought-provoking and pleasant read! 
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Wonderfully written, depicting what seemed to be an online affair. You wrote it with such heart and sadness. Brilliantly done.
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Dismay dismay and such sorrowful woe
Virtual is an illusion a dangerous deceit. as soon as you add people it shape-shifts becomes complete. cardboard on the screen but rest assured each heart does beat. Your title fits the content well...and helps underline that it's pixel dust in lovers eyes. well done, all told. you caught me up in the romance of the story! =)
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excellent
What a very powerful write. And so very well crafted. thank you for sharing
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Yes indeed, we can go through life with someone, yet not really know them at all, living with the illusion that we do. Wonderful imnagery in this and I loved the flow.
Gaylene
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Wonderful sentiments....
We are phantom dancers,
Wearing ballroom masques
Unencumbered by what
Lies in our pasts.
Indeed, what you read is not all there is but what of the ones that meet and fall in love?
Another poem , perhaps?
You pen perfect rhyme, a joy to read, Lulu
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Strangers to each other? Maybe. Yet both are real... it is seperation suggested by cyberspace that leads to the impression of fantasy. Both hearts are real... both hearts can break. Great poem poet!
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this is the way of it ... exactly. The write has a great message and it is enforced by wonderful rhyme. Great job which I always expect from you.
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