In whispers of code, the heart finds its breath,
A digital lament for the echoes of warmth,
where pixels dance, yet never touch skin,
Fractals of longing weave through the wires,
Listen to their silent cry.

The screen's glow, a moonless night,
Cast shadows of memories we clutch in byte,
Such sweet nothings, they fracture and fade,
Like stars in the web, their light never strayed,
Embrace the darkness with me.