Time and Space

Time was when time was more, 
now is contracting,
though space itself expands.

 Talking is not cheek-to-cheek,
party lines antique. 

 Appearance no longer important.
Wanted most is sound, 
disembodied on phone or screen. 

 And, yes, you can be fucked over, 
no touch, no hug, 
not knowing what you did or didn’t.

 You are just locked out.

Perhaps, you think it doesn’t matter.
You are not concerned.
But wrongs apart from a presence 
alone compound;

 hurts incurred add up over time 
to become absurd.