omdat het mij doet denken aan de dagen dat ik mij inderdaad druk maakte over waar en met wie hij was:

I haunt the internet
For traces of you
I beg Google to tell me
Something new

Are you living?
Are you loving?
Who puts you to sleep now?
Who soothes your growl?

When I had you
Skin over skin
I never thought
Pixels and megabytes
Would one day
Own more of you
Than I do

You’ve replaced your veins
With electricity wires
Your eyes are
Computer screens now

And me
Clutching a mouse
As if it were your hand
Gone limp
In my own

Who are you now?
Will you ever be who you were with me again?
Who are you now?
Do you want to be what you were with me again?
Who are you now?
The browser knows very little more than I do

Are you living?
Are you loving?
Who makes you want to be theirs now?

Do you even want?

Anything?

Now?