I reach to feel a pulse.
Nothing.
Cold. Lifeless. Empty.
Why can’t I feel you anymore? It used to take only moments of interaction and I could discern the movements of your dance. I’d curve my fingers and contort my words to meet you on this day.
We’d dance.
Some would follow along. Some would find another dance. Some would try to force their own dance upon ours.
But there was life.
“Is there something wrong with me?” I wonder. Did I die? Can I not feel your pulse because my own heart has become so calloused? Am I the one who is out of touch and not in reality?
Or have you died?
You look alive…
You still move. You still speak. You still react. You’re still there…
So I keep coming back, hoping to find life once again in your curated simulation. But I can’t feel the pulse anymore, so I’ve lost the dance.
And that makes me sad. I miss you and I’m afraid we’ll never dance again…
