A long time
Ago in a
Faraway land called
Romance you showed
Your interest in
Another with conversation
An evening walk
Or sometimes even
Flowers and candy
But today in
The land called
Apps it’s performed
By a tap
Or a wink
Or a woof
Or a smile
Or even I
Suppose swipe right
Just once more
One more time
We will meet
Then I’m gone
The series finale
Only ever reruns
To be watched
Kept and revered
Let this time
This last time
Be the one
Which wins awards
Enjoys the applause
And most watched
Until our reunion
Episode eventually airs
When you’re quiet
I know that
You’re doing things
Other than me
But your silence
Brings no comfort
For I sit
Waiting for the
Radio that you’ve
Become that I’ve
Learned to rely
To find its
Station so I
Can sing along
At first we
We’re children on
A seesaw giggling
And laughing as
Up we went
And down we’d
Go but over
Time it wasn’t
Just us on
The seesaw it
Was everything and
Everyone else that
Wanted to ride
Our ride and
All this weight
Changed our seesaw
From a pleasure
And into life
The glee gone
Now just up
And down and
Up and down
He was never
Yours to keep
You were simply
The foot that
Prevented the door
From closing forever
You nursed the
Bird to health
Let him go
He will circle
But never roost
Try not to
Keep the sand
On the shore
For the sand
Belongs to sea
Let things go
That never belonged
Follow your path
