In the palm of my hand, a world so small,
A screen that lights up, at my beck and call,
Whispering voices through the silent night,
Bridging hearts with a glowing light.

Fingers dance on glass, a digital ballet,
Words travel far, yet they seem to stay,
Close to the heart, yet far from the eye,
A paradox where love and distance lie.

Moments captured in a pixel frame,
Timeless memories, forever the same,
Yet the warmth of touch is lost in the air,
A connection so close, yet so rare.

The silent echoes of a voice so near,
Bring comfort, joy, and sometimes fear,
In this device, a world unfurled,
The phone, a window to another world.