©2016 Kenneth Harper Finton
Her elegant face was lit
by the soft light of her smartphone.
She sat alone on the bar stool on Valentine’s Day
searching for someone or something
she felt she lacked.
Rock music pulsed around her,
but she was not aware of it.
Romance had eluded her.
Why this pretty girl sat alone
in the dim, noisy bar,
her face illuminated by
the white scream of technology,
Perhaps she expected a companion.
Perhaps she was calling check on them.
Perhaps she was catching up on distant friends
she has never met who lived hundreds of miles away.
Like two fish in a dark sea,
she sat on her stool and he passed her by,
not confident enough to disturb her isolation,
too shy to generate an inquisitive introduction.
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Aww so sad
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