I am so old I remember when unfriend was not a word,
We fell out, fought and argued, we stopped talking and moved on.
Liking took more effort than a little finger movement,
We shared clothing, books and boyfriends, films and bad ideas.
My facebook friend has unfriended me but given me no word,
To argue or explain and this puts me in a limbo
Between anger and confusion asking what was it I did?
What was unacceptable, which statement proved inedible
What ghastly tales have they been told by former facebook friends
Who should have better things to do since they too unfriended me.
Those we cast aside so easily with just a little click
Breed resentment in the dark net that lives inside our minds.
Hate-reading each other’s blogs for stimulants to anger highs,
Our most self-righteous anger yet, heady and delicious.
My facebook friend has unfriended me – I think it is as well.
Had I known they were this sort of soul, the sort to slink away,
The cowardly, the silent, the gone without a word,
I would have unfriended them myself, instead.
I don’t need that kind of shit in my life.
Keep my arsy moral highground by spelling out the problem
Old style unfriendly to send them on their way.
I didn’t need those likes or their empty validations
There remain thousands more people I have never met
Who are willing to send me kitten photos.