Romance In The High Time Of Tech Poem by Louise Melodine Flores

Romance In The High Time Of Tech

For every gaze,
old wounds open once again.

For every unanswered SMS,
scars freshen up like new from yesterday.

For every unintentional graze of
your fingers,
the old wounds heal themselves.

For every shared laughter on and offline,
scars from yesterday springs back
to years ago.

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