Static Glow

[Verse 1]
The clock face hums, a low and steady drone,
Like static on a wire, my mind just won't come home.
Fingertips trace glass, a silent, cool machine,
Then suddenly, a flicker on the monochrome screen.

[Chorus]
Oh, that forgotten laugh, a perfect, warm retort,
A hidden gear in my memory's complex sort.
It sparks a current through the quiet, cold expanse,
Your ghost in the machine, caught in a playful dance.

[Verse 2]
Your face, a sudden bloom against the pixel dust,
A sound I'd filed away, left to accrue some rust.
The timestamp tells a tale of winters past and gone,
Before the quiet hum became my constant dawn.

[Bridge]
The digital haze, like steam from frozen breath,
Reveals a tenderness that conquers quiet death.
A brief, bright vapor, in this solemn 3 AM,
A tiny, perfect weld, a forgotten, vital gem.

[Outro]
The static glows, a warmth I can't dismiss,
A whispered secret, caught in digital bliss.