You can’t
well, I mean
it isn’t easy to imagine
anything real
when
anything real
when
real lives
matter far beyond
online culture
a world
we seem to rely upon
help bury
our heart
so feeling
no longer matters
an option
always arrives
enough
hideaway the pain
just show up
and stand in line
with everyone else
because they all forget
except when you might rather
remember.
© Scott F Savage 2019
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