Connection

Ping.
A message,
like a pebble in a pond.
Ripples spread,
circles widening,
touching the edges,
reaching out,
echoing in the stillness.

Words flicker,
brief, bright.
like sunlight on water,
dancing, shimmering,
then fading away,
leaving only the memory,
of their light.

Screens glow,
faces dim.
Emojis smile,
hearts ache.

In the silence,
we reach out,
fingers brushing glass, 
seeking connection.