I sit.
In front of my computer screen
With phones surrounding me.
I'd write a letter if I could,
Address it;
Unreachable you.
I've called, again, again
Again.
The texts aside, I've rung both phones
With both phones of mine.
Curse of the modern day.
Technology at our fingertips,
All 'communication made easy'.
Yet I'm here alone,
Uncommunicative.
If I can't reach you.
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