plenty more dead fish in the sea

plenty more dead fish in the sea

here we are

our best smiles over-exercised

our appealing angles over-photographed

the isolation reflected in our eyes

reduced to pixels at pause

our private wants

our muted dreams

all the things we thought we’d have by now

threadbare and strained to sound endearing

our authenticity

our roaming uniqueness

once eager for liberty

now corralled into pens enlivened by concealed javascript

our shared commonality –

the deep loneliness

we fight to keep from our ‘about me’ wording

that crippling hurt

when we see nothing has changed

since our last login

nine minutes earlier

having already lost the morning to an abyss of profiles

stretching the miles we will travel

ignoring what we won’t accept

as our worst days mutate into weeks

and we forget to look outside