Wandering nights – The lost signal

“I don’t like talking to machines”, he said. But this was our only means, the only way to connect. 

Texts, he felt

Didn’t convey enough

Mere language 

Of imposed words

Calls and chats

Meant to shorten

The distance, instead

Stretched apart

He shunned the screens

And the attraction I had

To the hypothetical bearings

Of the truth it lacked

To him it was

A mere machine

That broke the silence

Of our screams. 


7 thoughts on “Wandering nights – The lost signal

  1. Your poetry is heart warming. Texting is nice but I it lacks that warmth at times like that we found in a small hand written note or letters..
    Ps;I have nominated you for the liebster award.
    Great work ! πŸ˜€

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