Losing Love Poem by RIC BASTASA

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.