Musings, Thoughts & News

On Connection

it’s strange how bad I’ve become
at being alone
At being still with my thoughts
All of these things
That we carry in our pockets
Give us the illusion of connectedness
But it’s like diet food
Or eating popcorn for dinner
Where is the meat of it?
The sound of a friends breath
as they sigh on the phone?
The heat of their shoulder
Against mine while we talk
About life and what is meaningful
In more than a few characters or a meme?
Where is the sound of more
Than just my laughter
when I find something funny?
The feel of us overlapped on the couch
Drinking wine and waxing philosophical?
These websites and apps are like candy
And I want a meal.
I feel old for saying it
Over and over
But I miss the days
before the electronic leash.