you spent the morning in my hand
me waiting for the call we'd planned
my warm phone held so tight, so strong,
left waiting for some firm command.
I've watched its little face so long
ready for her name, its song,
distantly expecting more
but that assumption feeling wrong.
I'm not sure what I want you for
what comfort I think you'll restore
can words intwine our lives anew?
who are you to me anymore?
our lives spill past, our plans fall through
my future changed, and your life grew
your voice and face, my mind has banned
until my phone awakes for you.