Sometimes I miss you when you're standing right beside me. 

We disconnect, it's like the phone lines have fallen and intertwined in a different way and I can no longer understand the pulse of the electricity. 

The phone cord falls to the ground, its like the line has been shredded and some how I have to piece it back together to be able to hear you again. I'm no longer like a bird I can not follow your direction by the pulse running through my feet. I cannot see that sandwich that you grip so tightly in your hand  as you 

 run away from the seagulls, I cannot hear the slight noises that you make when you're happy, I cannot smell your cologne. I cannot speak your name. 

I have gone senseless I have gone blind and deaf and mute and lost my sense of smell and the feeling in my limbs. 

I am no longer me. 

Instead I am stone. 

I am just something that you can talk to, but won't respond, I'm just a thing that you can't hurt, I am nothing but a piece of granite. Or maybe I'm a piece of lead that you can write your story down with. 

Maybe I'm not as insignificant as I seem. Maybe I'm used to write stories of how others feel, the story of people's lives, maybe I am more than what meets the eye. To you I look like a piece of greyish black solid, but to my owner, I'm a pencil can write a love song, write a novel, write a poem. I am not just nothing, I am me. And that's all I can be. 

And to you. There are no words that can say what I want to say to you so all I am going to say is....

I'm sorry, and thank you.