love letters on facebook are just not the same
many years later you'll search not in vain
for pieces of paper all crumpled and spent
to remind you of lovers that all came and went
now its all passwords and clicking on keys
how can there be any mystery while we scroll through our LED histories?
what's happened to pondering, to stories absorbed
where is the space in this illuminated world?
space to leave letters under dark beds
or maybe deep recesses in the back of our heads
space to understand a beginning and an end
space to let go of a magic weekend
space to know what's gone is gone,
when to shove that box away,when its time to move on...