Ping.

Ping: it’s a message.
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Our relationship started with a digital ping,

A like, a comment and then our fling.

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Oh how I buzzed when she would send,

A message to me her new best friend.

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For months on end we would to and fro,

My pocket vibrates and my screen did glow.

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

Unlike the special moments which was reserved for a call.

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These simple acts, the medium of our flame,

Is now a memory, a long distant stain.

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

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

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

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

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