Without you
There is no respite
With you there is no peace
A soft ping and the heart sprints
Someone launched a new lipstick
Frenzied mood merely sinks
A million clicks and emptiness
Wars, abortions, songs and crashing markets,
Pictures,
People only three point seven four degrees from me
Another beep
Someone’s baby blues
School fees and t-shirt sizes
Logos, captions, dinners
Where within all this is hidden
The beep that set the heart ablaze?
How many degrees of seperation
is this space between you and me?
Without you there is no respite
Only a million clicks and emptiness
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