"this will be the last thing"

The dead start to an internet romance.

To be a fleeting fancy,
With my hollowed eyes and your hollow heart
The emptiness of early mornings
Snapped like hard-crack sugar
Thrumming keys and thrumming hearts,
Tossed by a sleight of hand
Into a complex symphony.
Wrong notes and inaudible lines
Create the divine dissonance.
Our glowing screens and my glowing cheeks
Red as forbidden fruit,
The ebb and flow of hot blood
Of this exhausted heart.
Two tracks of tears,
Staggering paths to swim alone.
One for you, the other for me
And that is “my last thing”.