I used to love finding flowers within gardens to give to girls.
Now emoji roses flood my vision, nausea unfurls.
I used to love planning what I’d say the next day at school.
Now texts, comments, and messages with commas rule the school.
I used to wish you would say you liked me.
Now a picture with a little disappearing heart means you liked me.
I wish I could see you more. I guess I should get online more.