After Dark

Things aren't quite like they used to be

The clocks don't tick the same

Even the traffic sounds different

Its muscle gone

The wires are quieter

Their hum less deadly

The ring of our phones manipulated

As though somehow even interruption

Could be made more pleasing

Still 

In the nostalgia of 3am

As the arctic melts

And Florida freezes

The synthetic silence tells me

"I am here"

"I am listening"

And our battery powered hearts still break

And our laser beamed eyes still cry

And no matter how different you think you are

How evolved you have become...

True love remains a mystery

And all our gods have failed

Natasha Head