[dverse] October 19 - The Window Keeps Buffering

The window screens the garden

into moth, leaf, gate:

pixels of evening.

My face loads.

Behind it, the gate opens

onto a room

that was never there.

A cup trembles on the sill.

No hand. No call.

Only my reflection,

mouth moving

before mine.

~ Oizys.

Written for dverse's 19th October prompt, Q 258 I Screen, You Screen, We All Screen….