I Google you
Late at night when I don't know what to do
I find photos
You've forgotten
You were in
Put up by your friends
I Google you
When the day is done and everything is through
I read your journal
That you kept
That month in France
I've watched you dance
And I'm pleased your name is practically unique
It's only you and
A would-be PhD in Chesapeake
Who writes papers on
The structure of the sun
I've read each one
I know that I
Should let you fade
But there's that box
And there's your name
Somehow it never makes the pain
Grow less or fade or disappear
I think that I should save my soul and
I should crawl back in my hole
But it's too easy just to fold
And type your name again
I fear
I google you
Whenever I'm alone and feeling blue
And each scrap of information
That I gather
Says you've found somebody new
And it really shouldn't matter
Ought to blow up my computer
But instead….
I google you
Written by Neil Gaiman