Her texts were once filled with emojis
smiling little faces — 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)
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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.
Bartholomew Barker, Poet 
Oh the last stanza is heartbreaking.
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Thanks, CB! There’s nothing quite that feeling when you realize you care for someone way more than they care for you.
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I empathise you in that.
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My thoughts exactly. That is memorable!
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Thanks, Michele!
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You’re welcome. 😊
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So sad. I like it.
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Thanks! Sad makes the best poetry.
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Oh man. Yes. This is magnificent.
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Wow. I didn’t expect that strong a reaction. I’m honored, K. Thank you!
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Oh, so beautiful, and poignant too. 💝
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Thanks, Pam. Beautiful poignancy and poignant beauty make good poetry.
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So true, my friend! 😊
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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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Thanks, Bernie! I’ll have to see what I can do with your heartless heart prompt.
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PS
I put it straight in m’blog…..
http://www.spanglefish.com/berniesblog/blog.asp?blogid=16310
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Thanks, BB!
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This conveys such truth. Well expressed.
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