One of the nice things about social media is that we can read others’ thoughts. The fear that computers would prevent society from progressing or people from meeting hasn’t materialized. Those who prefer their own company have always avoided others. Those disposed to visit, include, and socialize now have another venue, in addition to coffee shops and homes.
Donne’s poem was in two young men’s conversation, talking about their love for fiancés and difficulty in saying goodbye upon parting. I was delighted by their chat as well as the verse. For the romantic, it may be worth memorizing to bless our spouse as we separate for the day or a journey.
John Donne: A Valediction: Forbidding Mourning
Dull sublunary lovers' love
—Whose soul is sense—cannot admit
Of absence, 'cause it doth remove
The thing which elemented it.
But we by a love so much refined,
That ourselves know not what it is,
Inter-assurèd of the mind,
Care less, eyes, lips and hands to miss.
Our two souls therefore, which are one,
Though I must go, endure not yet
A breach, but an expansion,
Like gold to aery thinness beat.