The unseen threads,
taut with unspoken expectations,
slack with miles, with years,
with the simple choice of a turned back.
We build bridges of shared laughter,
of whispered secrets in the dark,
arches of understanding, brick by fragile brick.
And then, a careless word, a forgotten call,
a shift in the wind,
and the chasm yawns.
The digital hum promises closeness,
a thousand faces flicker on...
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