the familiar foretelling beep of an electronic tune

two ends of a linear line, converged at a point

passer-by frowned at me grinning at my screen

but it was your pixelated face that i was happy to see

you raged about how ridiculous life was

i listened & made little notes in my head

your hair was a palette of mismatched gold & yellow

i said that aloud & you growled at me

"i will dye them purple tonight"

we exchanged updates on our lives

mundane moments suddenly leveled up

promises dealt out carelessly like a deck of cards

i hurriedly kept them in my shirt pocket

where it's the closest to the heart

a fury of movement

you scampered off to get the door

a hasty goodbye

till the next, i guess.