Connections
The connection between night and day, where fingers become led astray.
The night is dark, the beverages flow, Where it will end no one knows. Thumbs dance across the tiny screen, Times so different and caught in the between. I never thought I’d see the day, When laughing words would lead me astray. They came unexpectedly out of the blue, A joke between three, four, one or two. The sizzling TNT behind the screen in hand, Made me laugh, cry without a demand. Conversation continuous and without...