Swipe Left

Right this

Take us back to the shallow meeting place
To before the gravity of what was never a simple baseball game

Delete January
My I Love You
Your I Do Love You Too

Swipe left on me
Be unaccountable, actually

Take us to before November
To when we were less than digital

To when I was not here alone in your deep

Starting at 9: a haiku

The conversations 
I’ll never have with people
Who do not know me

Just for example:
“You seem to want to suffer
What of Nirvana”

And here’s my best one:
“Marry me then, will you not
P.S., must love kids”

There are so many
’twas surely my delusion
Unending it seems

And my newest gaffe:
I noticed I adored you.
Which must mean trouble