On returning from travels

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I've been away for years, or so it seems,
and barely said a word. My tongue is dry
and all I taste is Facebook likes and memes.

I'd like to think that some would wonder why
I disappeared; my vanity demands
attention (if you challenge, I'll deny

such egoism). While in other lands,
I dreamed in stone. I saw the ages marked
by monuments and wondered at the hands

that wrought of earth such majesty and sparked
a thousand tales of love and blood and schemes;
they live, while I am absent, unremarked.

I've been across the years, and yet it seems
that taste is lost to Facebook likes and memes.