Infatuation by Numbers

In a message the next day,

She joked about love,

Flippantly,

Dismissively,

Tormentingly unaware I was wishing my life away waiting for two blue ticks,

My heart pausing with the blink of three dots,

Attempting to misdirect attention from the four letter word that choked me,

Our crossing had been a flash in the universe,

Coloquially they'd say we'd known each other five minutes,

So why do I need this obsessive intrusion exorcised?

For now I see your bed as one of the wonders of the world.