technology.

the woman worked at a bar in little tokyo

and she loved her phone so much

and one day, on a cold and rare rainy night in Los Angeles, she made love through her phone 

but the very next day, the phone broke

and it broke her heart

"love is fleeting" , she concluded

but I think she's a bit immature

love streams.

the sparse distance didn't illicit any particular feelings.  it was understandable.  time, and that windy distance eroded the the last remaining particles of love.  the atoms of love, the protons, the whatever ons of that feeling.  love equity, gone.   nostalgia equity, big time.  but so what?  i've heard you say that before.  i feel the same my love.