Final Hook (3)

We’re stuck in this bad connection
that keeps cutting out the heart
lag between our sentences
like it wants to pull us apart

Every “I love you” hits a buffer
every hope hits delay
we’re hanging by a glitchy thread
that might snap any day

One day my door might open
and it won’t be a screen that shines
you’ll step through the dust and distance
and kill these crooked lines

Till then it’s you in tiny windows
and me in this empty room
two hands pressed to cold glass
trying not to assume
we’re doomed