By Cormac McCarthy
Passing out that slow-walker
Mistakenly brushing their hand on the overtake
That’s modern love
Seeing a tweet from seven years ago
And hoping the Maroon 5 obsession was just a phase
That’s modern love
A chance second encounter in the middle aisle of Aldi,
While feigning interest in a significantly reduced shower-shelf
That’s modern love
He climbs the stairs by taking overly large leaps
It was nice while it lasted but you’ll have to drop him
That’s modern love
Complimenting the flavour of a fellow Phoebe Bridgers attendee’s elf bar
And asking has she broken in her docks
That’s modern love
Wondering if she can already tell that she’s talking to an imbecile
Even though its been thirty seconds and she’s done all the talking
That’s modern love
Seeing he’s after using a very flattering photo on his LinkedIn profile
And knowing who he’s cropped out
That’s modern love
Looking over previous texts
And telling yourself it might be wise to reign in on the emojis
That’s modern love
Googling the plot of the film
So that you know when to lean in
That’s modern love
Shoehorning Austin Powers references into everything
Even though it hasn’t worked the previous ten times
That’s modern love baby
All you can hope for, is that they’re also into a bit of modern love too.
