In the palm of our hands, a universe lies,
A portal to worlds, unseen by the eyes.
With whispers of texts and voices so clear,
We bridge the distance, despite being near.

A flicker of light, a vibration sound,
In moments of silence, connections are found.
The digital threads, they weave and they bind,
A tapestry of moments, in the fabric of time.

Yet in the glow of screens, a solitude grows,
Amidst the connections, a loneliness shows.
Faces unseen, emotions conveyed,
Through glass and metal, our hearts are displayed.

So while we embrace this marvel we hold,
Let us not forget the warmth of old.
For in the end, it’s the human touch,
That truly means so very much.