Falling Asleep On The Phone
Polycarbonate,
Plastic and glass.
You are in my hand,
But you could never pass,
For my girlfriend,
You are a cell phone.
You are what I touch,
When I feel alone.
You are what I hold,
At night in bed.
While thoughts of her,
Fill my head,
Her breath rises and falls,
In beautiful harmonic sways.
Caressing my eardrums,
With its soothing rhythmic waves.
My lids close gently,
Over tired eyes.
The room still echoes,
From our goodbyes.
Sleepiness creeps in,
Where conciseness once grew.
Darkness is interrupted,
By light shining through.
Polycarbonate plastic and glass,
Will have to do.
Until I am finally asleep,
Next to you.
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