It is always like hide and seek

Because pokemon always go

And one has to search for it

Just like me finding you

Oh, I am not whole till now

For I always stay alone

My lovelife is empty and dry

Though I have Pokemon on my phone

Begun with much anticipation then, after much disappointment, consigned to a mass grave in New Mexico landfill yet latterly the subject of enough excavation and forensic interest to at least hint at a less hyped (though equally enthusiastic) resurgence and fitting place in legend.