I can stop writing. I can stop surfing the Internet.
Watching each other on the screen I can't cut out the sadness of longing. I can't stop thinking of you, You, with our daily view untouchable, ethereal, before me.
I can't stop thinking of you. Signing on signing off, Each time you tug at my mood. All is measured by what you posted
I wish I was netted, the mouse in your hand. Then I’d know surely know the way of your heart.