She whispered through the digital ether,
a love spun from memory threads,
electric and analog, woven fine.
Forgotten photographs, sepia and vibrant,
kissing the horizon of uncharted dreams,
where lovers met shadows in pixelated dusk.
Time dances wildly,
confetti of clocks, The hands we grasp spin riotously,
a blur of passionate moments instead of stillness,
ward against the mundane.
Behind the veil of the silent call,
a heart beats like a restless specter,
haunting corners of memory palaces turned relics.
An ethereal touch lingered, a flicker of stars,
longing extended in realms untapped,
chasing after the boundless, the whispers on the horizon.