I haven’t seen my friends in many days.
And I’ve seen friends I haven’t seen in years
At spoken word nights. And all of my fears
About such social interactions, they
Are much the same, but different in some ways.
I see a well loved face. My mental gears
Freeze up. Without the icebreaker of beers
And cigarette breaks, what, now, do I say?
In the before time, I would stand and stare
Unsure just how to join a conversation.
Then get a taxi home, feeling a fool.
And now, I gaze at small digital squares
With faces that I know, feeling frustration:
I’m no more social, on this “social tool”.
Tom Juniper Poetry 