i sit alone
in my room,
phone in my hand
i flip it over
and over,
running my fingers
along its edges:
it never rings,
no calls
and no texts

(or so it oftentimes feels)

a sad song streams
from cyberspace
to my ears

i sit alone in my room,
i drink coffee alone,
and write words
that have no meaning
to anyone else


Poetry by Thomas Perdue The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2018-10-28 at 03:14

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