I can't keep up. Constantly
Texting, typing, talking, to
Everyone but no one. These
Screens that become closer
Than our lovers hold secrets
We'd never tell each other.
We practically kiss pixels,
But people are forgotten
And passed on like last
Year's old phone make, as
If compassion wouldn't take
To trending.

i knew a hedge between
kept a friendship green
but as our garden grew
our edges weaned
to common ground,
boundaries were forgotten
as our passion broadened
so here i wait for autumn
to come around.

© Matthew Harlovic