There is nothing on the phone for me.
I leave no posts that others see.
There is no lure, no catchment site
No promise of glory, no new delight.
My phone is a weight, the scales declare
To leave home without it is a life without care.
My fingers now are quite adept
The two handed text I now forget.
The break in the conversation is now not disguised
Nobody rings me.
From my life I’m not prised.
From what I could not do without
I can clap my hands I can speak right out
There is no place for my beloved phone
From my phone I am now quite alone.