Please Call Me Tomorrow

My numb pocket Swallows a clutched fist A crying infant to a mother’s arms Are my sinking eyes rolling From inside of my head Onto my phone for comfort Blinding blankness Slips into my quivering tear duct Burrows into my wavering spirit This Immediate reminder of distance Deeply despised Failing to cope Last moments of this self-imposed incarceration Extending vindictively You’ve left I’m lost No notice Just torment on emerging identity Filled with my first hopes Your Saturday let me believe Endless searching No empathy Love’s splinters Stick to the walls of my mouth Each breath heavy On the blank screen Of my miserable phone