Everything once seemed so clear,
details captured in the highest resolutions,
dreams emphatically, manically
positioned on pages we couldn’t touch,
but the world could steal for the price
of a stolen pass code.
You and I lived our romance believing
Jesus in sliced toast would answer
every prayer if we only trusted
we could see what wasn’t there.
Life was never flesh and blood.
It was love poems chasing a cursor,
the joy of a screen with a camera, intimacy
as warm as the right emoji, a pink blush
of promises tomorrow we’d kiss.
We were fools writing our own fantasy,
sun bathers beneath a desk lamp making plans
in sand we believed would never shift.
It all ended when messages became ghosts,
and bubbles no longer formed words,
I don’t know which one of us disappeared first.
Perhaps it was me…
In the backspace and erase,
bold face upper case love chase,
the joy of fireworks turned cold
when I finally admitted you were
only a man with an internet address.
©Susie Clevenger 2024
I've seen a few Catfish episodes. Don't judge :)
