Love is like playing telephone.
You remember, don’t you,
connecting two tin cans with a thin wire?
The concept was there, but it’s hard
to carry words through thin air
and have them translate correctly.
The metal gets in the way.
If I had money, I’d buy you a phone
for Christmas. Not a cheap one like mine.
Something with all the gadgets you use.
No contract required. If it breaks,
we find a way to fix it ourselves.
But for now, we’re stuck with cans.
Please don’t cut the cord.