Spontaneous vibrations

Out the corner of my eye

I see

her number--

ten numbers.

Quick glances

But your name no longer

lingers in my mind.

Two and a half years

lost

in the periodical buzzing of the moment.

Is this what needs to be done

to make me feel real?

Like holding a pillow over

the face of my greatest enemy

Our love.

I wait

like I always have.

Missed call.