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the bright monitor
glares through inky darkness--
a clock ticks

My heart lurches painfully in my chest as my mind tries to process what I'm seeing. My mug of coffee sits on the coffee table -- how fitting -- beside my laptop, releasing its unique aroma into the dim room. The scent is usually comforting, yet I don't feel comforted. The liquid usually warms my sleepy body, yet I feel cold. 

Suddenly, life seems utterly ridiculous. I woke up ten minutes ago to the sound of a blaring alarm, and already I'm on my laptop. I haven't even been awake for a quarter of an hour, and I'm already on the internet. To read my e-mails, to skim over online newspapers, to check the daily weather forecast. To connect to an increasingly disconnected world. 

And now, inevitably, I'm on Facebook.

status updates
teem with comma splices--
eyes roll

Yes, it's all ridiculous. Why do I care that a "friend" of mine is having eggs for breakfast? Why do I care that another "friend" is shopping for shoes today and hopes to find a pair to match her new dress? I don't care, yet here I am. And now, as I stare at the third status update, I bite the inside of my cheek so hard I taste blood. With a metallic taste in my mouth, I re-read it once again: "RIP Timothy. You have touched so many lives and will be missed more than you know. See you on the other side."

The news crashes over me like ice water; at first, numbing, and then so painful I can't breathe. Someone I've known since kindergarten is dead. Gone. Forever. And even though he and I were never close, I have more memories of him than I do of some of my closest friends. 

And now he has touched me in a way that most of my friends never will -- he has reminded me of mortality. He has reminded me that death is not an abstract concept reserved for breaking news stories or unrealistic cop shows. 

morning light
leaks through heavy curtains--
a phone vibrates

I barely notice the blinking red light on my Blackberry. I continue to stare at my computer screen, unsure of whether I should be laughing or crying. Facebook has not only become a place for wedding or pregnancy announcements. It's not only a place for photo-shopped pictures of exaggerated happiness. It has become an obituary -- an early-morning slap in the face.  

It saddens me that all I know (or knew) of Timothy is what he chose to include in his Facebook profile. The little boy from my childhood is gone, and now the faceless man I never really knew is gone too.

I close my laptop. I eat breakfast, have a quick shower, get dressed. And then I go to work. Because, really, what else is there to do?

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  1. Date: 10/6/2013 7:53:00 PM
    I've enjoyed reading this. Its a good read that's full of truth about facebook

  1. Date: 6/16/2013 12:56:00 AM
    This was an incredible write, Heather! I was imagining this to be a very satirical write about Facebook takeover (and it kind was). But much more than that you tugged at my heart strings. We often feel a certain amount of fake-ness over the web reading monotonous status updates... until something truly serious happens, reality comes back into focus. Extremely genuine this was... only sad that it was a true story. My condolences...

  1. Date: 6/14/2013 12:16:00 AM
    thanks for the fave on my "player" poem!!! I wonder if you have any oldies I have not seen yet. I'll go check it out.

  1. Date: 6/13/2013 7:13:00 PM
    I've never read a poem about facebook before.Very impressive write Heather.

  1. Date: 6/13/2013 1:55:00 PM
    Yeah, I think I can hunt it down...its probably posted on my profile on, but I don't visit there anymore. Poetrysoup is much better. I'll give er' a look.

  1. Date: 6/13/2013 1:53:00 PM
    Yes, it is a sad story well introduced and brought to end. I feel the same when going into Facebook (quite seldom, fortunately). and the only news you can find recall our mortality

  1. Date: 6/12/2013 2:54:00 PM
    WOWOWOW. you never fail to astound. this is so good, lady!!! I just love it.

  1. Date: 6/12/2013 1:12:00 PM
    i took a leave from FB many months ago but your captivating write makes me want to reactvate my account... enticed!..:) huggs

  1. Date: 6/12/2013 1:08:00 PM know this is top-notch writing...yes? I can't even tell you how much i love this. It's a fave, of course. I wrote a facebook poem a couple of years ago...never posted on this site. I remember a part in it about being happy to know someone had eggs for breakfast...hahaha..and then hoping and praying they would post in the know...just so I could ease my mind knowing that 'everything came out okay'...;)

  1. Date: 6/12/2013 11:12:00 AM
    I Really Enjoyed This Heart-Felt Down To Earth Verse. Timothy Is Blessed Within Some Lives Eyes ? This World Can Seem A Circus Swirling About But Going Nowhere And I Try Not To Delve Too Deeply Into These Truths Right Now, Because I Cannot Seem Find The Light, Amid Their Tunnels ? But Your Poem Points Unto Your Light, So Stay Beautiful! Love, John

  1. Date: 6/12/2013 11:10:00 AM
    Wow Heather This just poured out of you....very stream of consciousness and so heart hitting. Yes our cyber world occupies as much or more of our lives now. You capture it all so well. I left Facebook. Too intrusive ..........sorry for any loss you are feeling. Life goes on as you say. SuZ

  1. Date: 6/12/2013 9:57:00 AM
    Stunning! I've been wanting to write a piece about Facebook. Something like this. This is exactly why I'm not on FB anymore. I only have my business page on there, but not a personal one. What a roller coaster of a piece!