Love as a commodity,
A swipe to the right;
An exchange of sorts,
And important to remember,
Usually a fleeting connection.
It’s the diet-Coke form of love:
It offers you some remembrance about the full-fat taste of love,
Without the necessary calories to sustain,
Or even adequately sweeten one’s life.
It’s the swan -song to meaningful connection.
And the weary moth,
Mistaking electric bulbs for flames,
Still get burnt;
In the search for modern love.