The screen is cold

while my  arms are warm and long to hold you

Your smile is lost in the delay of information and my heart turns purple in the loss of the sound of your voice.

And the distance doesn't hurt me as much as the missing of our time.

I feel like the seconds hand wanting to catch and get ahead of your moments but you are the minutes and you keep escaping me.

And there will never be a sound or screen that could give me the company that was you and I sitting in the square enjoying the leaves falling around us.

 

Ta.