I'm am starting to sense your location.
Floating, fuzzy,
blue and white.
We don't talk.
We acknowledge.

Buzzing, ringing, tones,
None of these messages speak to you.

Unwrap me like a gift,
A gift that's precious within its own time.
A gift, challenging each days events and the years and lifetimes.

Put me on a shelf, I'll be your communicator.
I'll take your calls,
Write it down word for word.

Just don't give up on me yet.

Mae.B