CONNECTED.

Keeping in touch

With your beloved

Is tough,

Especially when she’s the one

Who’s been party

To enough

Of your heart

To know its most

Intimate secrets and needs,

And has been through

The communication mill

With you;

From texts and types and video messaging

To international trunk calls and face times

And finally to your bed and boardwalk and store,

And then

Wound up back again

On foreign shores

Even more alien

Than the ones

She sailed from,

And is currently without a tone

To cling to,

Or ring,

And you’re left,

After all the ingenuity

That connectivity has engineered,

With a smeared

And crackling line

More reminiscent of a length of twine  

Strung between

Two tin cans,

And time on your hands

That would be better

Spent

With

Her.