At midnight all the towers vanished Every window lost its glow For the first time in a lifetime We could see the stars below No notifications found us No machine could tell the hour Strangers gathered in the hallway Trading candles, bread, and water Without the map We learned the street Without the feed We learned to speak When the grid goes dark I will find you by the heart Not a number, not a signal Not a blinking point of light When the grid goes dark We will see what still survives All the things we thought connected us Were keeping us apart Someone carried out a guitar Someone opened up the wine Old Maria told the children How the moon was used for time On the rooftops people listened As the city learned to breathe Nothing begged for our attention Nothing told us what to be Then the current crossed the skyline And the stars began to fade Every screen returned to life But something in us stayed When the grid comes back I will know where you are at Not a profile, not a signal But the doorstep where you stand If the whole world loses power We won’t lose what we have found In the dark we saw each other In the silence, heard the sound Morning entered through the curtains Soft and ordinary blue The machines began remembering But I remembered you
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