She wakes, flips open a notebook.
Clicks and keystrokes,
There it is again, lost in spacebook.
Games and people extraordinaire.
Fury exacts defriend,
Afterall, there’s more everywhere.
Laughter and excitement, pours in.
What is left for me?
Her resentment, hate and isolation.
Hours, days, weeks, months go by
What is left for me?
Lost in spacebook? BFF, it’s adios.
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