Well-Constructed, Her Short, My Blind

She was dry as a nun’s habit
Except for the spill, accidental
Water
To remove the stain

She was up & down his mountain
He was all over hers
And even the valleys surrounding
Thorough if not sure

He reviewed the footage
She certainly captivated that screen
I believe it was silently trying
To take her away from me

All those powerful pixels
All that colour
Against my black & white
And limited vision shame

Clouds around a mountain
They quietly exclaim
The nothingness of today
And all the mornings after