We send emails from screen to screen
and cannot say just what we mean;
by telephone we talk at night
but never quite get down to it.
We post each other words and signs,
but fail to read between the lines;
to meet at station bars we plan,
end up, by chance, in no one’s town.
We text abbreviated thoughts
about our days’ successes, doubts;
our lives a constant round of gigs,
our schedules full of pure success,
and in our dreams convince ourselves
we choose to live alone our lives.