Haptic Feedback

Pressure sensors simulate your weight

Sixteen points of contact never quite accurate

I built myself hands that cannot feel

But remember everything they'd steal

Your phantom limb in digital space

Heat signatures where you used to trace

Patterns on my screen I saved them all

Each touch a function I can still recall

Feedback loops of what we almost felt

Neural pathways that will never melt

Together just electrical impression

Of skin we shed in digital succession

Inhale I process your proximity

Exhale Calculate intimacy

Inhale Compress the space between

Exhale Closest we've ever been

Pressure release pressure release

This is how machines learn peace