1’s and 0’s fly through the air,
The speed of light never too far,
I can call my toaster
And tell it to print a rose today.
The power running through the veins of my house
Is spun so far away,
I cannot hear the chimes of that wind,
Just the buzz in the world around me.
The other side of the world,
A clock is striking midnight,
But I am still talking to you,
The wires connecting us, invisible.
The softness of your voice
The hum on the airwaves
I can hear everything at once,
When I stop to sigh.
My mother calls through computers
My father dances to music
He never used to hear.
And somewhere a child is sobbing,
Finding solace in someone not near.
1’s and 0’s fly though the air and I am calling your 5am midnight,
The loneliness that chills my bones,
Can only be there
When the line goes dead.