He's got a match from a boy who said he'd accidentally pressed
the heart button
and two girls who haven't even replied.
And he sighs.
He pulls his beaten laptop over, opens Facebook and pretends not
to check
whether that one green dot is back again.
But it doesn't take long for his eye to find
her name, Jasmine, and the green dot beside it,
it's been over a decade and he still can't decide
whether to reach out to bridge a gap he'd thought he could fly.
His hand hovers and hovers and hovers and hovers