Connected

How reliant we become on being so connected My journey’s just begun, but I find myself affected by the absence of your chatter, and the beating of my heart, which has slowed to but a patter; I’m but a piece when we’re apart.

Though, why should all this matter when we’ve hardly got a clue? Each word’s designed to flatter as we toy with what is new. And yet, I hope you wonder how I’m not what you expected, and perhaps, like me, grow fonder every time that we’re connected.