i sat down to write a poem to distract me from all the things i didn't want to have to do but the draws of assorted glowing screens ate my mind ate my time all i scrawled was this
every day when i log on to twitter the first thing i do is open lists and click upon the link that takes me straight to you in futile hope that you've returned as if you'd never been away to the social medium you spurned eighteen months ago today i know you had your reasons and i know they're pretty sound and i know that my worries and wishes you were still around are just selfish expressions of a self-involved regret and i know i know you less than anyone you ever met and it shouldn't be an issue and i should get over it but the fact remains i miss you cos you were my favourite twit