The truth is
I hate looking at my phone
Right now
Because every time I do
It reminds me of you.
The voice of the boy who is meant to be
Mine
Now taken by the metallic tone of the phone that
No matter how it tries to replicate you
Can never
Be
Mine.
YOU ARE READING
Results of a Restless Mind
PoetryA book of poems created by a sleepless mind and an open heart "I'm sorry that my heartbeat is louder than my thoughts." Completed 11/8/20
