Elone

trillions of cells 
dozens of friends 
thousands of characters 
at my fingertips 

hundreds of words
pass over my lips 
windscreen bugs 
don’t make a sound 

I’d trade it all 
for the prison of your heart 
betray a world 
to be held in your arms 

hundreds of rules 
millions of souls 
wrapped together 
in plastic mold 

how long until 
I won’t feel so elone?