Dispatches from the frontline Of your online conversation A subtle shift in status A Twitter dedication Though the sentiment is welcome There's no need to tell the nation Can't you see? If you say it to me and only me There's still validity In a world of misplaced identity Is there anyone else I should be?
Twelve thousand followers and I Were listening to your broadcast By the time I'd composed my reply I sensed the moment had passed In a sea of collective experience Why must I always come last? Can't you tell? If you say it to me and only me And nobody else as well Precious moments of love and intimacy Not just stories to share and to sell.