Projection

Did you think if we were a projection Transmitted via our displays We were real while our perception Carried us through the years and days On the screen of a thousand faces We did manage to see us, but then Little did we know, that such cases Can occur without any plan We weren’t looking for someone, we were Filling the gaps, posting stuff Putting comments on pictures we shared We’ve been courteous more than enough Till the day of the strangest conjecture That perhaps simultaneously came Into our heads: this projection Is well known, and it has its own name You said I love you with such grace I dashed out with I love you too Now there’s no time and no space Gone is the projection we knew Every night to your spirit I’m calling If you hear my calls, you won't say Be assured, my love, I'll be falling Into your arms one fine day.