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Aki Dec 2017
Theres this girl
This girl has been messaging me for weeks
Days, weeks, months.
Hell, it's almost a year already
Why hasn't she forgotten me?

She craves attention constantly
She knows I'm here, wondering longingly
My laptop is closed, but she knows I linger
With my glance, as my hands gliding along with the chrome glimmer,
It sends a shiver down my spine just knowing
She's waiting

She waits every single day
Hours, minutes, even seconds
Time stops for her
She has deleted everything and everyone important to her
Just to be with me

It sweet, but its disgusting as well
She doesn't have to do this
But she did this for me
And this feeling is not letting me be

I bought different laptops, since she has taken over mine
But she destroys them
Changing their codings
Changing their layouts
Just to have the chance to see me

One day, she will find a way out of my computer
And into the real world
This cruel, twisted world
Just like hers.
Lawrence Hall Jun 2022
Lawrence Hall
Mhall46184@aol.com  
https://hellopoetry.com/lawrence-hall/
poeticdrivel.blogspot.com

                                   The Day Internet Explorer Died

Our gadgets from the store, all shiny and new
The subjects of our brags and anecdotes
Are soon held together with Scotch tape and glue
And covered with coffee stains and sticky-notes

Codings and software must also decay
Metaphorical patches fall apart
They too enjoy only a limited day
Thus the limits of electronic art

To our own end, yes, we eventually toddle -
To be replaced by the latest model!

— The End —