Socially Lonely

When the last bit of florescent glow slowly fades out
And the yellow black shadows slink back into the dark abyss
What shall I be left with?
When the last self gratifying, life affirming, congratulatory, nuances of ordinary existence status update is read examined and then cross referenced for ulterior meaning
Who's face shall I see?
A tweet without sound isn't a tweet at all, only a hallow expression of mock camaraderie to ease the pain of our lonely existence