#DigitalEchoes


In circuits hum the echoes of our past,
Each byte a moment, captured, held steadfast.
Beneath the screen's cold, luminescent glow,
Lies laughter, tears, the ebb and flow.

Keys once tapped with hurried, urgent grace,
Now silent, still, yet filled with time’s embrace.
Photos fade but never truly part,
In digital realms, they keep the heart.

Messages, once fleeting, now endure,
A testament to feelings, strong and pure.
Music plays, each note a tethered dream,
A symphony of memories, it seems.

In this device, a vault of days gone by,
Where love and loss and life reside, not die.
So as we power on and bring to light,
Our past lives on, in bytes of endless night.


© Iris Autumn