It's not the same.

It's not the same,
No matter what you say.
You're in my front room,
1200 miles away.

'No one's far away anymore'
My iPad tells me,
With your voice,
Looking like you.

My phone plays the video message,
Pretending to be you.
But it's not you.
Not really.

Bridging a gap, with video calls.
But I can't touch you,
Can't fall asleep next to you.
Can't kiss you when you say the words.

Because at the moment,
You're just an image on an iPad.
1200 miles. In the same room.
May as well be on another planet.

I miss you.