the glow casts a quiet spell,
fingers hover but never touch,
words drift in a silent dance,
a world unfolds in gentle hues,
yet eyes hold a distant ache,
like a glass with misted edges

each message a whispered echo,
seeking warmth in digital breath,
hopes flicker like fireflies,
caught in a jar without air,
the heart beats a steady rhythm,
as night wraps its silent embrace

notifications stir the stillness,
a gentle reminder of presence,
each vibration a tiny ripple,
in the vast ocean of solitude,
the screen's light fades slowly,
leaving only the shadowed glow

in the quiet, a strange peace blooms,
filling the void with silent grace,
the world pauses in its orbit,
as the heart finds its resting place,
in the calm rhythm of the night,
understanding that silence soothes