I should have

Lend me your ears for a minute to escape this virtual sphere, rotating and spinning closer to the fiery sun and frigid moon. I'll use the tabulating numbers between the spaces of my head and spectacle. With the glimpse of every second: I'll make it up to you.

The things I should've done before.

I should've stayed for minutes and listened to your beaucoup curses about the cosmos of craps you've always stumble upon.

I should've turned my back and faced you directly looking into your eyes, and uttered the words I always wished to say.

I should've texted or called you back--even if it's urgent or not.

I should've stayed a bit longer whilst we were dancing under the skies of gray, with your sparkling black hair with your dull hazy eyes that perfectly matches the ambience that night.

I should've pricked up one's ears, immersely.

I should've...

I should've asked you to lend me your ears again, but that's the only thing left in me; the tabulating numbers between what's concrete and what's not, and that is in this virtual world,

I had lost you.

And I couldn't find a way to get you back again.