As I lay awake at half past one in the night,
Staring at my smartphone emitting a bright light,
I can’t seem to think, the words are slow in coming,
The bright light is piercing and penetrating.


The smartphone is not so smart, after all..
It doesn’t have :
The warmth of your voice ,
The softness of your lips ,
The tenderness of your touch..
The magic of your gaze,
Which sets my eyes ablaze...

But the million dollars question is..
With a phone not so smart, I’m afraid ..
How do I connect to the ‘Disconnected’ ?
And disconnect from this clutter in my head ?
Try to think about sleep instead ..
And not about what you had said:

You’re not my medicine, you’re my muse,
If you still don’t get it, all this is of no use.
I’m already imagining us
Spending the evening on a lovely cruise...