The Glow of Screenlight

A long-distance relationship knows no borders

In the soft glow of pixelated light,
we wander through unseen worlds,
you, a voice behind glass,
and I, a seeker drifting,
across landscapes woven with words,
our hearts tethered by the unseen threads,
of a connection that knows no borders,
no earthly familiarity,
yet pulses with familiar rhythms.

I remember the first hello,
how it hung in the air,
like the last leaf clinging to autumn,
waiting for a breeze to set it free.
Your laughter spilled across my screen,
a cascade of notes that danced,
filling my quiet moments,
with melodies of distant joy,
as we shared fragments of our days,
to the rhythm of time zones,
separated by miles yet merged by thoughts.

Through cracks in the distance,
we built a haven,
with bricks of midnight conversations,
and beams of shared dreams,
I learned the color of your soul,
in the photographs you painted with words,
each description a brushstroke,
each story a window into your world,
where stars shone differently,
but sparkled all the same.

You spoke of grey skies,
and I, the golden sunsets,
we exchanged woven tales of longing,
like silver threads looping into fabric,
though miles stretched endlessly,
your essence lingered close,
like a whisper brushing my cheek,
or the warmth of a well-worn blanket,
wrapped around the chill of solitude.

In this realm of ones and zeroes,
our hearts navigated the maps,
of dreams unrealized,
yet deeply felt and shared,
crafting monuments of hope,
in the language of the unseen,
pressing ‘send’ on hopes,
that fluttered like fragile wings,
a mix of fear and wonder
at the paths not yet crossed.

I have come to know you,
in ways no maps could chart,
your favorite songs echoing,
in diverse tones across my heart,
as if we were once partners,
in dance and in silence,
with every ellipsis,
a pause waiting to explode,
into the symphony of moments,
we might never hold.

But oh, the splendid ache,
of what could have been,
like raindrops on the outside of glass,
glistening yet ultimately distant,
and yet still, I listen for your messages,
a reminder that connection can thrive,
beyond the reach of touch,
in realms built on shared airwaves,
and the sweet surrender of imagination.

And if fate decides,
to keep us as stories untold,
come what may, I will carry you,
as a soft echo in my mind,
a lasting shadow in my heart,
a long-lost dream that,
though unfulfilled,
flares like a candle in the distance,
a quiet witness to what we built,
a relationship woven through time and space,
forever thriving, forever cherished,
in the glow of our screens.