Lost in thought: waves, data, encryption.
I pass the house we looked at together:
Quaint, freshly painted grey blue.
It was a wish but still, something I pictured us in.
The sign is down, my thoughts intruded upon by a twinge of sadness.
"You're so fucking special" blasts out of the speakers at that moment.
I am a creep,
We don't belong here.
Pandora's serendipity - I realize:
You've cracked my encryption,
Broken through the static,
Popping in when you choose,
Permeating my subconscious.
You're so fucking special...
...we don't belong here......