You always carry it
around in your pocket. It’s always there,
in your hands or on the nightstand when
you’re sleeping. You jump the second
it goes off. But when I call your name
we never talk.

I wish you would look at me
the way you look deeply into
it. It’s as if everything around you
doesn’t exist.

I wish I could make you
that interested in me. That I
could be the one to make you smile
instead of a hand-held screen.