Flattery from miles away, what good does it do?
If you cannot be here when I need you the most, save your posts.
Well done photos and videos, shot in beautiful clothes, but you’re not here.
Big comfy bed made for two, put it out of my mind and dream without you.
Better to sleep alone than hug with sadness this silent dry phone, pretending you’re on the way.
Cast my desire into the vast sea, uninstall any hope, any pleas.
Take a snowglobe and shake it, exposing how I felt about us.