Love Poems >> Play Videogames With Your Roommates

Originally it was the hearth
where we converged
to gaze at other eyes
and mesmerized
clasp hands by the fire.

Then what was it?

Maybe … A radio set
or talk show
blipping signals to our great grandfathers.
Were those even ones and zeros?
Idk …
I’m 22-years-old-and-tired.

Then what was it?

For sure
I know of the ol’ television screens
which became another meeting point
at the house of Mick McGuire.

And now where are we?

We console ourselves with gamer tags, pcs and outlets
often not together in anything but mind.
They know though,
that true commune means a smidgeon more
when friends chatter over a living fire.