'When you grow up, your heart dies.' Allison (Ally Sheedy) in The Breakfast Club (1985).*
look at all the ways there are to stay in touch to communicate in a combination of pixels or a line of finely-cut black letters
now look at all the ways nobody does a life you were given segments of shrunken to altered pictures pipette-fed but no real words swimming into your ears
frosted glass nostalgia former vivid events gone hazy with age and you and everybody you knew going on with names only coming like a balloon in the wind
Written: July 2017. Explanation: A poem written in my own time about how people fail to stay in touch and the feeling of nostalgia. Feedback welcome. A link to my Facebook writing page can be found on my HP home page. NOTE: Many of my older pieces will be removed from HP at some point in the future.