This is a most loveless night.
Lobby lights go off
As some invisible clock
somewhere silently strikes
midnight.
With the screen's luminescence
obscuring my face
and hiding my slow tears,
I sit waiting
for someone to come
online
and touch me.
When a neighbour walks in
announced by two key beeps
and happy whistling,
I wish she would come to me
and hug me
and say they sent her in real
since the network was down.
She dances to the elevator
and my network resurrects itself
to tell me
I have no new messages.
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