Every time I glance down at my phone
To check my messages, I hope you're there.
And when you're not, I often sit and stare
Because just looking I feel less alone.
I listen closely for that lovely tone
Which means I have a text, and then I glare
If it is anyone but you, because this care
Is all in search of you. I only hone
My hearing to hear you - bugger the rest.
I want to see what you have sent to me,
Whatever (and whenever) that may be,
Rereading messages with interest.
So text me something, so my wait's worthwhile
Even just a parenthetic smile.
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