What we shared were not mere bits and bytes;
While pretending to work,
Crouched over a precious window,
Hoping the reply came before the question.
Those smilies, life-like:
Each pixel happy and bright
Screaming for attention,
Wired with heavy electric emotion.
Those duels of keyboarding speed,
Firing in the retort before she could,
To say those precious words;
That she meant more to me than life itself.
She—could never see those smiles, nor the tears
hidden between zipping ones and zeroes,
Neither sinking moods nor those wakeful nights;
Or a desolate heart thumping along with fists on the desk
Those smilies,
Leering, torpid, and ugly pixels,
Sometimes facetious and transparent;
Never could convey real emotion.
Never knew when we drifted apart;
Not even how…
Just realized the bar flashed no more,
Didn’t need to log in like before...
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