I'm sitting here,
Staring at my phone,
Wishing it would ring,
Feeling all alone.
It used to go off often,
You used to make it sing.
Now it sits there in silence,
With not even one ring.
I want to turn it off,
I want to leave it black.
But I keep it running,
For the chance you'll call me back.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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