I have just sat down with my phone
you have not written for quite some time
your message says your loving is over
your place, your home is no more.
I never got to have tea there
as was promised each other before.
she unfriended you on Facebook
and now yer world's deceased.
was it a show, a performance of kind,
did your friends cheer you on as you realised.
or was it one-sided and not understood.
just you concerned, and It all so obscene.
did you make tea, did you roll a fag?
did you put on old music?
and if so did yer friend come round?
can you dump the bubble?
on that messenger shit
or are you forever there click,
click clickidy click.
yes relationships are
and it is always hard to know
the corners of right and wrong
and when it’s time to let go
did you move on quick, or did you hang around?
did she friend ya again?
Or did it all come crashing down? Mister, how are ya now
This poem was published in Golden Hour - Hora Dorada
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