Nontraditional

To call us “nontraditional” would give a bad name

To the classic kind of couple who just happen to be gay.

We shout at each other over every kind of distance.

We go weeks where we don't hear, and months where we don't listen.

My heart waits here, blood-rare yet burnt to a crisp

With no reason to go on other than this:

Whatever's behind my face brightens to see your profile pic.

I guess that these days, that's what romance is.