Flashing Lights Poem by Kewayne Wadley

You use to call me on my house phone
Before everything became mobile.
Complex. Fragile.
Watching the phone light up
reminded me of the skyline and the many stars
that revealed their self in the dark.
Wondering if they still stood in the same place.
Behind the hovering clouds.
Merely watching through the day.
The calls are not the same.
No, not anymore.
No longer coming through,
Late while everyone was asleep.
Leaving the world for just you and I.
Exploring the thought of shooting stars.
The passport of life.
Through words. Vivid images.
Traveling through the voyage of phone lines.
An electric love lit.
Heard through the display of your name and number.
Hardened plastic filled with circuit boards and wires.
Did you run out of time now.
Wearing tight revealing clothes. Hips switching in motion.
No, not anymore.
The simplest of conversation that use to bring smiles
No longer coming through,
No, not anymore.
As you made time else where.
Replacing my phone with someone else.
Somewhere you didn't belong.
Giving birth to your own shooting star.
Now mobile.
Growing in age in a constellation of it's own.
While I,
I watch the flashing light of the stars alone.
Before everything became mobile.