I scroll, I flick, I switch I stare.
I look for the answers, But your not there.
I can not find,
for what I search.
And yet I repeat, the same dam steps.
Motions engraved,in a dance of regret.
What will it take to break free?
To find the thing that eludes me?
When will I realise you are not there?
A screen can’t show me love nor care.