Cell Phone

As I scroll downwards
Alphabetical order
Reflection is forced upon me

Numbers I never dial
Names I no longer text
Faces now so unfamiliar

And I begin to ponder
What went wrong?
Why did things change?

And I start to regret
And the tears well up
And cascade down my cheeks

And I miss it, and I hate this
And I ask myself so many questions
And none of them have good enough answers

Maybe I should face fact
Get over it; move on; initiate the healing process
And delete these contacts from my phone...





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