Farewell

I still imagine sometimes
That my Friday nights
Are to be spent with you.
Glued to a screen and,
At least so it seemed,
Conducting a relationship
Across wires and networks,
Across oceans and cities.

It's hard to break those habits.

But we both woke up
And took a look at the sky
And took stock of the time
We'd invested in this
Against the poor return.
I won't lie, it burned
To walk away from those days.

But we're both the happier for it.

And now to the future,
To happier times,
To love and affection
Without network lines.
You deserve happy,
And I do as well,
But our happy will cost us
A forever farewell.