Dating apps

Waiting apps

Wading, slow fading, degrading apps

Who is behind the screen?

Vulnerable people make up the scene

What do we become?

Assassins using a finger instead of a gun

Incarnate, we allow our persona to speak our truth

Virtual, we are free to create a mask with faulty proof

Reality hides somewhere behind the screen

I think I just heard a million people scream

Is the next keystroke from the same mindspace as we kiss our children?

Or is app person e of a different realm perverted by anonymity?

Does the screen alter the experiment called life?

Is this how a modern caveman must find his next wife?

But by trusting we are all people after all

With foibles, feelings and yearnings

You show up for your meeting

With hope the odds can be beaten

You say your say

You hope it has sway

At last you realize

Finding your next mate

Minimally requires you

Show up to the first date