I HATE HER

I HATE HER, that glowing screen, The way it steals my love, unseen. Each morning breaks, I reach for him, But find instead a world so dim. Once, we’d wake with laughter’s song, Now silence lingers, something’s wrong. He sneaks away, the night’s embrace, To chase the pixels, lost in space. I miss the warmth of shared delight, The whispered dreams that filled the night. Now evenings stretch, a hollow tune, As he’s consumed by that bright moon. Loneliness wraps me, a heavy shroud, In a house once filled with laughter loud. I watch him type, his fingers dance, While I sit here, lost in a trance. Oh, how I wish that screen would die, To bring him back, to hear him sigh. But it won’t fade, it holds him tight, While I fade slowly into the night. Our love, once vibrant, now feels so thin, A battle lost, where do I begin? The only thing that’s dying here, Is the bond we built, once held so dear. I HATE HER, that machine of light, For stealing my days, my heart’s delight. Yet still I hope, though shadows loom, To find my way back to love’s warm room.