2016 01 22
Everywhere I go in my home and town
I see an Instagram photo appear,
so I play the tragic hero you love.
Food on our table with bottles and plates,
me wearing the latest fashion, so chic,
you making a face outside our front door.
My hand reaching for apples in a tree,
my face silhouetted on the old bridge,
you gazing over the vast city maze.
We are the stars in our Instagram show,
puppets dancing on strings of our own hands,
memories that remain after we all die.