Instead of by moonlight 

Or a candle’s mellow glow 

Our “date” is illuminated by the dim glares of our screens 

And the quiet hum of our voices 

Blooming flowers and romantic decor 

Are replaced by long equations and lined paper 

Scratched with gray pencil markings 

And little graphite hearts 

The night is painted across the sky’s canvas 

The perfect hour for young lovers 

To gaze upon graphs and numbers  

But never into each other’s eyes 

I recite theorems and formulas 

And he listens intently 

As if they are lines of poetry 

From the deepest corners of my soul 

Written just for us