Crossing wires
don't touch the boundary
and instead
intermingle sharply
into eachother.

Electric pulse
breathes
through the system
communicating
every thought
I've had about you.

Trying to converge
but never meeting
anywhere in the middle.

My insides bend
and break
but never fall out
of my tired vessel.

I call for you
in numbers, binary,
and sound
"I love you, I love you"
but my signal dies
before it reaches.

And even if it did
would it make a difference?

Crossing wires
we always touch
in underground connections
you will not acknowledge.

And still, you...
You stay intertwined with me.