The sudden uptick in communication
Caused by a newfound quarter's busy birth
Shows no apparent signs of its cessation
Though most of what is said is of small worth.
We chatter at each other eagerly
Not to announce any exciting news
But to declare that we are still a we:
Not filled with content, but with social cues.
I join this chorus, for of course I must;
I too require social life to thrive,
And I am not immune to this great lust
To tell the others I am still alive.
Yet as we speak, I wonder where they were
This summer, when my ears were emptier.
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