Text Dating

The Messages

Swift messages travel

in the air they exchange

flowing long texts

the details on the screen

drawing them closer

the chain of reading 

The Texts

Honeyed words, pleasing

Arrowed headings, telling

Annotating markers, weighty

and cute emojis, expressive

sugar coating at its best

sugar burning at its worst

draining their mind

the vision of details

The Thoughts

Hidden, the feeling of missing

Longing, the sight of dearest

The time with no suspense

they bother little

the choice to meet finds them well

The Fact

The long talks, the message

The details read, the thoughts

Accompanying them, the technology

Surprising them, the response

what is time, they care little

in the living, they rot

and the hand-phone

an active brain at work

She

Spreading across time

it brought them closer

intrigued and fascinated

her heart leaned nearer

running wild, her mind

He

Convey through messaging

He tries anticipating

Hop and walk

till the right topic springs

a meetup is soon arranged

They

In person, they meet

politely, they greet

the shyness banished

and the act of love, natural

Watching from distance

her eyes in contact

noticed from afar

he stiffened a little

talking chivalrously in a serious look

to ease, it seems tough

The mortals nearby eavesdropping

working hard on collecting

ears full and mouth empty

the district soon filled with gossipy vibe

less reached to him and her

and dispersed in the course thereafter

The Questions

How are you?

She asked

Good, you?

He asked

Shy and awkward 

the questions less interesting

warming up a little

Where do we go?

she asked him

What do we do?

he asked her

like a river flowing

the questions familiar

realizing the needs

she determined

recalling the past messages

he exercised

The Decision

Leading nowhere

they stared blankly

one has to decide

seen in the dark

the question marks floating

back to the screen

they seek for solutions

The Feeling

Replaced by IT

An ET's mind

In the matrix world

They feel little

filling their hearts

the warmth with some effort

in the physical realm

a romance of humankind blossoms

The Reality

Back to the matrix

a cold and familiar sight

the screen playing

messages repeatedly popping

and the connection lost

in the space where they bunk