The loud vibration of a phone on the nightstand
Shatters the dreams that coagulated in my head,
A reverberating reminder of the distance,
The screen flashes a face,
One that I haven’t seen in a good while.
My shaky hand reaches for the device,
Bogged down with sleepy eyes and slow movements.
Unbidden memories rushing my mind,
The sluice gate broke, the road remembered.
Salt caked at the corners of my lips,
The greasy taste of french fries coating my mouth.
The last time we were together.
We ate french fries.
The phone’s tremble breaks my recollection,
Groggily I rise from bed, reaching out,
To quench the noise. More memories surface.
A loud plane roars overhead.
Neither of us take note of the air streaming behind
Its not-so-feathered wings.
Curse words tumble from my lazy mouth,
The fluttering of the phone
Led it to the floor,
Where the carpet muddles its incessant cry.
Arms holding me so close that I can barely breathe,
Yet the feeling is welcomed,
Soon those arms will be further away than
I thought possible.
My hand searches for the metal contraption
Finally I feel a soft buzz on the tips of my fingers.
Just one more push.
The wild devil is finally in my hand,
As I nosed into a T-shirt,
And inhaled a scent that was never mine.
I flip the phone open and the dastardly racket stops.
“Hey” I mumble into the darkness, “Sorry it took so long,
I was asleep.”