Robots

World of drones, we all let go
of each other, of ourselves.
Your face in mine, in pantomime,
encrypted, frozen, years of lost time
…you’ll never get back.

Is this how you imagined things,
when you set out?
City streets, crossroads, seeking new faces.
Not the same, no less strange-
because everything has changed
…and you watched it slip away.

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