12 AM

Tue, 09/04/2018 - 02:19 -- Ash_P04

12 AM

No messages.

That’s been something recent.

Communication lessens.

Your phone is at sixteen percent.

It’s almost 12 AM and no one has said anything.


Oh, just the fifteen percent notification.

Pure frustration

Then sadness

Life’s a mess.

It’s 12 AM


‘Good night’

You check, the light is bright.

Reply sent.

‘Night, I love you’  

Ten percent.

You check, they are still up, liking posts. That’s true.

It’s 12 AM

Happy birthday indeed.


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