The phone is warm in my palm.
The message blinks
unsent,
holding its breath.
I imagine your name
lighting up the screen
before it happens.
My thumb hovers,
taught to hesitate
by previous silences.
The room is too quiet.
Even the clock refuses to rush me.
I lock the screen
and set the phone down
face-first
as if it could look back at me
and ask
why I’m afraid of an answer.
Dec 26, 2025
Dec 26, 2025 at 12:34 PM UTC
The phone is warm in my palm.
The message blinks
unsent,
holding its breath.
I imagine your name
lighting up the screen
before it happens.
My thumb hovers,
taught to hesitate
by previous silences.
The room is too quiet.
Even the clock refuses to rush me.
I lock the screen
and set the phone down
face-first
as if it could look back at me
and ask
why I’m afraid of an answer.