Seen at 2:14 AM

Seen at 2:14 AM

I saw the dot, you typed, then stopped,
Love was caught, then quickly dropped.
But every ‘seen’ feels like a kiss,
A quiet ache, a digital bliss.

We speak in silence, blue and gray,
A love that loads, then fades away
Still, here I wait, phone in my lap,
Hoping you’ll send a heart, or tap.