I Write - XIX

I reach out
Pick up my phone
Scroll down the list
Pause at your number
Move on to someone else's

And then -
A pang,
A memory, and I scroll back up
Stare at the number for a bit

Smile, at some thing funny you said
Grimace, at something horrid that you did

Miss you
But don't hit the green button

It'll be too painful, I know.

So I turn to the computer
And key my feelings away

I reach out for
My antidote to missing you.

And write.