my younger sister's graduation
met with fanfare and jubilation

a sea of handshakes and smiles
going on and on for miles

the crowd that grew and shrank
as we watched them walk the plank

was made of family and friends
and foes who hoped to make amends

the scene was not for all of them,
hot, tired, wishing it would end

it was for those of us who care
and need a reason to be there

miles away in his own room
penetrating through the gloom

unbeknowst to my sister and I
her ex-lover's mechanic eye

was fixed upon the livestreams
of this hasty walk toward dreams

he knew that in this technologic age
the love-torn wars that we all wage

have found an unstained battlefield
and forged us new weapons to wield