Zoomnation

 

He stayed in beautiful isolation

For so long

He became a memory

A shadow on the wall

A stain on the carpet

 

When they sipped red wine

They remembered him

In the taste upon their lips

In the pause

Between the small talk

 

The chair remained empty

The corner a little darker

The mirror over the bar

Cast no reflection

Of him

 

Absorbed into the metadata

A pixel and a byte

The warble of dodgy Wi-Fi

His heartbeat faint

As a ghost whisper

 

The world moved on

While the poet indulged

In screen time

And allowed his muse

To drift away