Dispatches from the frontline
Of your online conversation
A subtle shift in status
A Twitter dedication
Though the sentiment is welcome
There's no need to tell the nation
Can't you see?
If you say it to me and only me
There's still validity
In a world of misplaced identity
Is there anyone else I should be?

Twelve thousand followers and I
Were listening to your broadcast
By the time I'd composed my reply
I sensed the moment had passed
In a sea of collective experience
Why must I always come last?
Can't you tell?
If you say it to me and only me
And nobody else as well
Precious moments of love and intimacy
Not just stories to share and to sell