My cell phone screen lights up
Like my face when I see your name there.
But I don’t have enough storage
For the conversations our texts hold.
And I’m running out of data
From googling all your references.
The family plan isn’t good enough
For the family we could start.
And Snapchat can’t keep the memories
I’ve kept of you and me.
You can’t make digital eye contact
But if you could, we do, all the time.
And there aren’t enough keys to type
About how well I know you.
And there aren’t enough emojis to express
The raw emotion we’ve shared together.
But I cracked my screen today...
and I cut my finger on the glass.
Because texting you instead of seeing you
Is a mistake in more ways than one.