In the glow of a silent screen,
A world unfolds, both near and unseen,
Fingers dance over letters and glass,
Connecting souls in a digital mass.

The gentle buzz, a call from afar,
Bridges the gap, though hearts may scar,
Words float softly through invisible streams,
Painting pictures, weaving dreams.

Yet in the quiet, a longing grows,
For voices and warmth, the heart knows,
Screens may bind, yet also divide,
Where emotions linger, and truths hide.

Still, we reach through the ether’s veil,
Seeking stories that never pale,
In this silent whisper of the phone,
We find connection, yet remain alone.