Ping: it’s a message.

Our relationship started with a digital ping,

A like, a comment and then our fling.


Oh how I buzzed when she would send,

A message to me her new best friend.


For months on end we would to and fro,

My pocket vibrates and my screen did glow.


From laughing to languished there’s an emoji for all,

Unlike the special moments which was reserved for a call.


These simple acts, the medium of our flame,

Is now a memory, a long distant stain.


Silence for so long, a blank stare hurts it’s screen,

It looks at me as if to say “how long has it been?”


But there is no music, no bell, no ping,

Those days are over, no message….no ring.


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