I’m not built for this.
I’m a relic of another time.
Where love came in its way.
No, quick fix.
Loneliness
Was our fire.

Now, we are lonely.
In so many ways.
Access granted,
Passwords needed,
Time not required,
A swipe,
A click,
Edited pics,
And we’re in.

I cry a little
For my hopeless case.
An empty future,
A blank screen,
A game not played.

I’m over!