Sylvia Eaton

When my phone lights up with your name in view,

The world feels brighter, the skies turn blue.

It’s not just a message—it’s a spark in disguise,

Like the sun sneaking in through cloudy skies.

Your words dance on my screen like a melody sweet,

Turning each day into something complete.

A “Hey” from you feels like a gentle embrace,

Even emojis from you leave a smile on my face.

You’re the rhythm behind my day’s little song,

With every text, you pull me along.

Your “Good morning” is sunshine served fresh and bright,

And “Goodnight” feels like stars kissing the night.

I wait for those dots that say, "typing again,"

Like raindrops drumming on my windowpane.

And each reply feels like a mini surprise—

A gift wrapped neatly, in words precise.

I won’t say I’m hooked, but it’s kinda insane

How you live rent-free inside my brain.

If heartbeats had playlists, you'd be my tune—

The morning sun and my midnight moon.

So, here’s my confession, without a disguise:

You're more than just texts—you’re joy in byte size.

I won’t send this... but if I did,

You’d know my secret—I can’t keep it hid.

- Sylvia Eaton