who are these people?

sometimes

you go through a string of love

interests.

all of them in

your phone, talking, texting,

sending pictures

back and forth

of cakes

and snow.

legs and arms.

something funny,

or an animal on the side

of the road.

and then,

a month goes by, maybe two.

and you look

at your phone

and think, who are these

people

that i used to talk to?