Dearest Susan,

What happened to us, to that magic we shared?

What exactly went wrong, to sour such sweetness?

Do not you recall how good we once had it?

I still remember when I saw your face.

I was sitting on the toilet, transfixed

By your smile, eyes, hair and ears.

I knew right away to swipe affirmatively.

It felt so right when I swiped right and then I left

The stall, my excretion completed.

It was at dinner, that night or next.

A phone notification, but no, not a text.

It was from The Tinder, that I had a new match.

I placed my thumb on the button to open and see,

Yet my phone did not know that the finger was me.

Oh that’s right, I reset my phone, so my password I typed,

And I saw it was you Susan, my dear, lovely, Susan.

You had swiped me into your life.

But what do I message you? That’s what I wonder.

I have this one chance that I cannot blunder.

We share interests in cookies, reading and iTunes.

Then it becomes clear what I must say:

“Hey Susan! How’s it going?”

The sun sets and the moon rises.

I sit and watch and wonder and wait,

But still no notifications from Tinder,

No fire on my screen nor in my heart,

As I wonder where you have gone.

I feel so foolish, my heart in pieces.

Will I ever be able to love again?

I continue to swipe, I continue to poop,

But I will never forget what we shared.

I still wait to find out how it is going.

The void remains,

Will it ever be filled, Susan?