Memories of Rekindled Loves

"Does your cat even love you back?" asked the barista, rolling her air-pod embedded eyes.

"Love in the time of Wi-Fi" proclaimed the tech-poet. And thus, soulless, yet romantic emojis became ployed.

"He sends me $3.50, every month, a loyal patron," mused the invisible muse, as cryptocurrency smudged her poetic plight.

Inability To Remember...yet: