2000s Love

There’s a glow in my mind,cold, blue, unblinking,where faces shift faster than I can hold them,and silence is just the hum of scrolling.

You sit somewhere,your fingers tracing a screen,sending words that land without weight,shaped by algorithms,delivered in bubbles that never pop.

There is no jukebox here,only playlists built to match a moodI don’t feel.Songs loop endlessly,but they don’t play for us.

I watch how your face reflects the light,pixelated, paused mid-laugh,and wonderif love should feel this distant—carefully programmed,filtered smooth,a connection just clear enough to miss.

I was born for it,this 2000s kind of love,but sometimes I wonderif it’s why we’re so far apart,why finding youfeels like reaching for a handthat’s always somewhere else.

johnthegriot.com/poems/2000s-love