How sad is it, to know that we don’t know how to express
Ourselves in the real world anymore
To accept by texting a simple yes
But not being able to keep in store
Real memories of how the sun smiled upon us once
And we laughed as the other fell
For being such a klutz and a dunce
We picked up the azure shell
Placed it in a purple velvet box
And counted our days by the sunsets that passed us through.
The next day you chased me like a fox
But I was lost in the brew
Of the online world
And then what we had yesterday was furled