Our relationship is a routine
With organized bullet points,
Colour-coded priorities,
And unchecked boxes
Setting dates and alarms
Making room for unscheduled moments
Of comfort,
Of peace,
Of laughter,
And quiet contentments
Then we’re back on track
With pixelated Zoom meetings
Spending five minutes
Asking if you can hear me
Over and over and over
Until we are tired
Of being cut off
By our lack of connection
Checking the time before the goodbye
Realizing we spent an hour
Trying to make conversation
To a black mirror
Dear Juliet 