My phone kept telling me to drive to your house.
It’d say:
“10 minutes drive to the market, if you leave now,”
Thinking the market is where I went.
Though all those evenings were spent
At your place.

It kept suggesting I text you
When I’d send things to my friends.
Each time I’d worry I accidentally did,
and beg it to end.

And for the first time today, it finally stopped.
Just in time for you to contact me again.