Our love was a passion
That had files corrupted,
Making URLS crash
As the servers erupted.

But yet I had ached
For those natural days,
When we would speak
Sans mechanical ways.

When hearts were still young
And un-monochromatic.
When expressions of love
Were not systematic.

Now I’m blocked from your list
Like wires disconnected.
I’m erased from your page
As a log in rejected.

There was once a promise
That we pledged to keep
And maybe you’d try
If computers could weep