Another Woman Or Twenty

I had an inkling things were bad
Although it was hard to tell
Because you never really talk to me
The silence has been hell
But others fill your fantasies
Your voyeuristic ways
You sit and watch each night
And sometimes all the days
Just a touch from you would thrill me
Make me feel so alive
But instead you stare at the screen
On the internet you thrive
So I think I’ll pack my things up
I believe it is time to leave
But you’re so busy scrolling
You probably won’t even grieve