At home alone and so much to do,
and yet out I go, in search of you,
Who you are, I do not know,
But find you I will, wherever I go,
My wants are small, my needs not much,
I look, a smile if not a touch,
a passing gaze, to show we exist
a look in the eyes, as if we have kissed,
But you passed me by, you saw me not,
Your phone is your love,
and that I forgot.
