Telephone

It’s all that we have
When I’m gone.
I don’t even want to use it
When I’m home.

I keep it close to me
Like I would keep you
Close to me
If I could touch your hand.

I fall asleep holding it
As if it is the only thing
Connecting us.
Because it is.

One day,
Maybe we won’t
Have to live
This way.

One day,
I will never have to
Fall asleep holding
Something that’s not you.