That moment of downtime
in between tasks
when I reach for my phone
to be your 10 AM wakeup call
or an afternoon check-in
to commiserate about the surreality of our respective days
the everydayness of it all
taken for granted
Sure
I can text a friend
or talk to a cat
Not the same
Never will be
I can put pen to paper
Scream into the void
Wear your ratty old t-shirt
and still long to hear your voice
And so, I carry on
lugging my overstuffed carry-on
with the busted handle
chock-full of photos and memories
wandering aimlessly
until my arrival
Destination unknown
Poetry Reflections