Jan 22, 2006 23:02
...And when I sleep, I keep my fingers wrapped around my cell phone.
Waiting for you to call
Or anyone.
Praying to the God I'm questioning's existence
that when it rings,
you will be safe.
...And when I wake, if it is still quietly resting in my palm
I ask again a favor
requesting that you are alive.
But each night,
I sleep like a tiny child-
Curled into a ball, hugging my teddy bear,
and holding my cell phone next to my heart.