The cursor hovers over the icon,
A pointed attack helicopter,
Over that barren pixel siberia,
The mouse quivers,
Hesitant,
Is this the necessary action?
Do we leave them in the past?
Time has put continents between us,
Our correspondence becoming more an endangered animal,
Now a dodo,
An eager button is finally depressed,
Is it a friendship that needs to die?
Contact to be terminated?
Or is it merely your use is ended?
WorldofHarley 
Perfectly penned. I love it. ❤
Thank you as always Suzette! ☺️
The Oldschool Harlequin
A pleasure 👍
terrific poem: succinct, sharp, great imagery: we’ve all done this or had this done to us —
Thank you very kindly my friend. Regrettably, you are quite correct.
The Oldschool Harlequin
Excellent.
You’re too kind! 😊
The Oldschool Harlequin