When Facebook is a Ghost Town

When Facebook is a ghost town,
and loss among its ruins
is amplified
by a digital wind,
sighing...The torn
photographs we had stored
there, the history
of clubs and cliques and clans,
the politics of a place
that is not
a place, will dissipate...

Its population gone,

now crowded streets
will stretch
into the future
like legends;
the pavement is cracked,
attacked by "the elements"--
the cadmium and chromium,
the thin vein of mercury
bleeding out
into the Earth.

When this new universe
of memes and dreams
and stars collapses
or to bits is blown,
the world will shrink
to Whoville-sized
but still
you'll feel alone.

You will miss nothing.

No one recounting
that grand landscape,

(later)

around fires expiring in turquoise light
would contradict the myths
we tell ourself
about our friendships.

Our families (and God)
are little to compare
to the photos

I saw, the connection

I felt:  the heat and the pressure,
the honeymoon
the niece of the coworker
of the younger sister
of a girl I knew
(vaguely)
in 8th grade.