Ephemeral Me

Her texts were once filled with emojis
smiling little faces β€” red hearts
arrived hourly

Now I’m lucky to get one a day
but I’m building a callous

I’m just the mayfly who forgot
to politely die in the twilight
of her affection

(for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt and Living Poetry’s Monday Prompt)

About Bartholomew Barker

Bartholomew Barker is one of the organizers of Living Poetry, a collection of poets and poetry lovers in the Triangle region of North Carolina. Born and raised in Ohio, studied in Chicago, he worked in Connecticut for nearly twenty years before moving to Hillsborough where he makes money as a computer programmer to fund his poetry habit.
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18 Responses to Ephemeral Me

  1. Cassa Bassa says:

    Oh the last stanza is heartbreaking.

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  2. Sarah E Barker says:

    So sad. I like it.

    Liked by 1 person

  3. K. Hartless says:

    Oh man. Yes. This is magnificent.

    Liked by 1 person

  4. Oh, so beautiful, and poignant too. πŸ’

    Liked by 1 person

  5. berniebell1955 says:

    You’ve done it again – and a Mayfly is just right – dancing in the sun – skittering about – un-thinking – then – drops.

    I can’t help suggesting – a poem about being called Hartless, while having heart?

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  6. berniebell1955 says:


    I put it straight in m’blog…..


    Liked by 1 person

  7. This conveys such truth. Well expressed.

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