Your name appears, bottom right
It's a pseudonym surname
Something that sounded Italian
Sometimes I let my mouse hover
So I can see your name for longer
You, suspended, in the corner
Then I watch the name fade away
Wondering if it's a metaphor
I click on your words
Waiting for the echoes of you
Will this be the last message?
Can we hover longer?
Even if we're not moving
Because even in stillness
You are my love, my one
