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
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.