I could do without

podcasts and reels

they have stolen seconds

& many conversations

leaving my heart half empty.

I miss us before the algorithm knew you better than me

before the internet became

a living thing

breathing down our necks.

You always know all the stories before I can share them.

Always in two places at once

one foot in the cloud

the other tethered to my heart

like a forgotten balloon that somehow still has air

still holding onto

the last breath of us