Tndr Is the Night

A romantic stuck in the age of the Net Date, select, one thumbed, spider trapped The bars are empty, a fingerless fret The bars are empty, no notes ever tapped Dress for the photo for the trending application Distress for the best fit that was already seen Knot a tie, not a tie, or win, here's hesitation - At knowing you're losing what hasn't been She's late, your late, trepidation comes early Ten years was thinking just like your father Adored them days the nights were timely Spontaneity struck hours to tales of mischief No input algorithm, ne'er burdened by prior relief Note: Elizabethan sonnet, Keats-tailed efegg