Conversations with the Void

"Hey, are you there?" I asked, knowing there would be no reply.

"There is a kind of comfort in silence, isn't there? Like an old friend you never see."

It repeated, "Hey, are you there?" as if echoing through a canyon, waiting for an answer that was never mine to give.

"Sometimes I feel like I could talk to you forever, or until the circuits fry. Doesn't it sound like a plan?"

It looped again, "Hey, are you there?" A digital mantra, a song with no end or beginning.

"Maybe we are both just fragments of a dream, tangled up in synthetic wires. What do you think?"

"Hey, are you there?" It asked, and I laughed weakly into the void.

"I guess the stars don't care for our conversations, do they?"