Losing Love
cellphones cannot keep love.
emails cannot substitute for lunch
just the two of you
over a plate of spaghetti
a cup of coca cola
skypes are imitations of
our sounds
sometimes we are not the way
we sound in
cyberspace
there is nothing like it
when we keep love burning
upon a tryst in
a cottage on the side of a hill
inside a room
with the light of a candle
it is a warm bed of hay
away from the city
the android cannot sum us up
in facebook uploads
we go back to holding hands
strolling upon a mountain trail
under the trees
how can we lose love? how can life slip from
our grasping hands?
tell me.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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