Dropout

These letters that you’ve sent
make me loathe the time I’ve spent
in a void of discontent,

each simple heartfelt line
invigorates my spine
to somehow make you mine

and your images inspire
me to wiggle through the wire
with the data of desire,

but words cannot break through
this reservoir of rue
that roils twixt us two

and we will never clinch
for love is tough to cinch
when broadband starts to pinch.