Poetry with a really long title and mediocre writing

I’ve kindly titled this:

How can I be happy when you’re on discord at 3 am with your drinking buddies playing Call of Duty when instead you should be talking about our pasts on messenger FaceTime with me.

There’s the Snapchat sound on my IPhone,

We go through this intricate dance daily,

Through the screen I can smell your pine cologne,

As I read, “Sorry, not tonight, baby.”

At the same time I see the discord green bubble,

Pop up and read, “online.”

If I had just a bit more courage, you would be in trouble,

But instead I continue on your line.

I sorted figured you’d have more time to chat,

You know, with the quarantine and all,

Instead, you’re FaceTiming your frat,

While not even giving your girlfriend a call.

I get it, this quarantine has us all amiss,

But I don’t want you to forget about me in all this.