texting

the latest night

hidden under the covers, even without fright

a content sigh as you chat, carefree

a crude text asking "do u <3 me?"

a laugh and a smile, of course it's a joke

"of course bbg, you're no normal bloke"

you chat and you play, wasting the day

well, not the day, it's night anyway

soon you doze off, not sugarplums in head

but instead thinking of tomorrow night, without dread

Author's Note

pardon the nonsense, thanks for reading!

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I like this because it reminds me how much I despise texting and chatting...I remember real conversation in the late sixties and early seventies...real connections.
This poem worked because it made this reader react.
j.

[Beren]

Hahaha I actually enjoyed this one! Felt like the first night you text with your new date till the morning, has that energy