if you were a phone,
not necessarily
a new
smart phone, but perhaps
an above average phone,
you'd roll over in the morning
and plug yourself
into a wall,
recharge those tired bones,
those weary muscles.
you'd scroll your list
of things to do today,
your calendar of
where to go, who to see.
with your eyes
you'd take a picture
of the sky about to rain.
if you were a phone
this morning, you'd
stare at the list of
contacts, some new, some
old, some never to used again,
and delete her name.
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