Vector

Spreadsheets of nescient sparks drove us away
chauffeuring us to logistics of our own. Deleted
files logged traces of love. It was as clean as this.
Oxymoronic? In your lexeme I was a cunning
linguist. Knit of stitches cloaked in your word
salad didn't give rise to schadenfreude. Myso-
phobia helped in ways not natural to it. More
I perused you more I perceived, track was right.
My navaid led me.