Ding!
I check my phone and read your message.
Voop! Ding! Voop! Voop!
Notifications. Messages. Pixels.
Love affairs reduced to texts.
Reduced to 1’s and 0’s.
Reduced to almost Nothing Real.
No expressions, just emojis.
No touches, just "I wish I could"
No eye contact, just imagine it.
Assume every trace of me that you don't see.
Just, please, fill in the gaps.
Fill in everything you don't know
With everything you wish I was.
I'll grow your ego, and you'll grow mine.
Better than a dream, you said.
But probably as real.