After the Second Signal - Don't ask me why its just my emotions, shaped into poetry.
- This poetry is about digital love — the attraction and affection that grow without ever seeing each other. It reflects how such connections can feel deep and real, yet fade suddenly, leaving only silence where warmth once was.
At first, she spoke
as if the distance were sacred—
her words, a small devotion
traveling through the wire.
I learned to listen for her
in the pulse of notifications,
in the soft blue hush
before sleep.
She called me light,
and for a while,
I believed her.
Even a stranger’s warmth
can feel like belonging
when the world is dim enough.
Then something—shifted.
Replies thinned to silence,
her affection compressed
to absence.
No quarrel,
only the slow erasure
that modern love perfects.
The second time wounds deeper:
the heart, once mended,
breaks along its old seam
with practiced grace.
Now, when the screen glows,
I almost expect her—
the ghost who taught me
how love can vanish
without ever leaving.
- I am not an professional Poet
- Written By : Anonymous me - Reddit Id: PaintHistorical1871
Posted Nov 1, 2025, 4:06 PM UTC