craving the vibration that tells me
you want to reach me.
Checking text messages,
yearning for validation of my emotions,
feeling barren, stark.
Brush away a single tear,
this languishing is ridiculous I know;
I deteriorate into a vacant ache.
Compose a message to tell you, but
eloquence is just out of reach,
I cannot send you amassed brooding.
Devoid of coherent thought,
I am hollowed out and cannot communicate.
Put the phone away.