A face in the small screen coaxing right swipes from the air.
It had taken a while to pluck up and dare.
Dating is easy when you're not facing the stare of a cat fish sat in the opposing chair.
It's his longest coffee but the shortest for her sometimes the roles are reversed and it's him in that chair.
At last time to leave you say you'll call
Flashing your telephone hand but you won't at all.
20 texts a day get reduced down to one you don't want a match you're just swiping for fun.
Then sober Monday returns and you pick up the phone just to read what you sent and your mind gives a moan.
This time you're finished you don't feel the need you're solid all week your mind has been freed.
Then Friday evening you're crumbling and reach for the phone no need to use bars you can do this from home.
You're going to stop soon you can't say when, then the pattern repeats it's all happening again.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem