It's calm, almost subdued in a way.
The park calms my qualms,
as leaves fall.
I see her walking,
face illuminated by the screen
of the phone in her spindly fingers.

I stare at her fingers
and close my eyes.

I feel their touch with my mind.
Then she's gone,
and the bench beneath me
and the clouds above me
and the air around me
are tangible again.

She's gone,
and I don't even know
the color of her eyes.

Just the blue-grey tint
of the future I live in.