It's so easy for you,
so easy for you to switch off,
to shut the computer down
after a hard day's work.

It's so rough for me,
so rough for me to be tuned out,
to boot the computer up,
to see nothing there.

Not a single response.
Not a single comment.
Nothing.
Just your name
continuing to swirl,
perhaps captivating others,
breaking other hearts.

Acting as if you
haven't a care in this world,
And if my heart was as cold,
I wouldn't care either.

By the way,
I'm frozen love.
So don't you fret none,
as if you ever did.

Oh, I know, sure,
it's cyber, it ain't real.