Connections Unplugged

I tripped over it, sprawled in the hall,

an extension cord, waiting, inviting a spark,

and I thought of connections, how easily they fall,

tangled like dreams in the shadows so dark.

It lay there, silent, with its plug out of reach,

a reminder of chaos in trying to connect,

a lifeline pulled taut, like a lesson to teach,

but the distance it spans feels so full of neglect.

I reach for your hand but miss in the air,

this cord is a metaphor, a bridge lost at sea,

and though I still try, our moments aren’t there—

a faint flicker of hope, a faint echo of me.