In the glow of the screen, shadows dance slow,
Fingers trace words we’ll never show.
Fleeting images linger like ghosts,
A silent movie where we’re the hosts.
The space between us grows so wide,
An unyielding wall we can’t confide.
Years have gone by, but the heart won’t lie,
Tear-streaked memories still ask why.
The silence screams what we can’t allow,
Heartfelt truths left unspoken now.
Rain taps the glass like a ticking clock,
Secret hopes locked in a quiet box.
Every smile is a tethered thread,
Binding sorrow to joy we’ve said.
Our path is open, whispers take flight,
A sacred road through the endless night.
Moments of joy, a bittersweet chain,
Sweet words and sorrow tangled in the same refrain.
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Glow of the Screen
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