the name of this poem should be something grand yet ambiguous like 'what does it all mean?' and then add the year (2022) to it

there are days I don't think of her at all.
then there are moments I wonder.
if she's listened to my podcast.
how modern my longing is, insert emoji.
I do know she will read this.
which makes me wonder if I should post it.
maybe I'll add it to my Instagram stories.
along with t-shirts and Marty.
before watching Olympic figure skating on tv.