We are all guilty When I say something I want to be heard A one word response or a murmur May as well be silence I feel ignored Eye contact is no more Your words are flowing I respond but what am I saying? A conversation is never between two There is always someone else with us in our hand We are not in the moment Because we are also in another land But it is no land at all. No ground to stand on. No living thing to see. Only words that come across the screen.