Digital Hearts

Ooh, ooh, ooh. Ooh, ooh,

ooh. Met you on the four, you page it two oh four. Typing bubbles like

constellations on my phone. We're two blue ticks in a thunderstorm. Glitch in the feed

but you still feel warm. Algorithm shipping us softless smile. Cruising through

your stories, linger for a while. Seen at two fourteen and it feels allowed. Every little silence

still speaks out loud. If there's a door past glass and glow, let's soft launch

feelings only we both know. I'll pin your name, let the static drown. If it's real then

say it now. Digital hearts beating in the cloud. I hear you type it but you don't