It is 1:20 am
And I am at 7%
And I have only one bar of signal
And my screen tells me
"Reconnecting..."
I'm 93% done with 'us;'
You have drained each per cent of my patience.
I'm getting mixed signals
From the language of your body,
And very few at that.
But I take a chance on us,
Another chance,
At this hour of lateness,
Maybe we can rebound and re-bond
And not just reminisce.
I reckon we could
Reconnect.