People being together is an odd thing, stranger in a digitized

environment/in-between Facebook messages, Twitter retweets

and Instagram hearts/ and sometimes an email or two, but never

a text or a phone call-being together is odd, and now you see this person

(who you've shared everything with online, poured your heart out

day-in and day-out) Reaching out online, you never know what this kind of

relationship could turn out

to be/You've been burned before/Ignored and lied and shouted down, in-person

and elsewhere/and you're unsure of yourself;

But you keep reaching out...

and there's always a moment where

you're standing in front of this fully formed, fleshed-out

human being

waiting in the same Starbucks on campus, and all

you can do is try and make her smile-who knows?

Maybe it's not love, all these Twin Peaks references you throw out

at her in the middle of the night, or the poems you write and send to her/

but maybe it's something, after all.