Lyric

A phone face up upon the sheet

The blue light resting on the wall

A glass of water gone quite flat

A charger wire across the floor

The thumb moves over one last time

The quiet hum behind the frame

A sentence left without an end

The clock turns three without a sound

The screen goes dark on your name

The room stays cold around the edges

I flip the glass onto its face

The notifications never came

A white wire hanging near the floor

I watch the glow turn off again

The ceiling catches every shadow

And no one calls before the break

The curtain turns a pale thin grey

The streetlights flicker out outside

The battery is seventy percent

The glass sits right where it was put

I turn the small black rectangle

The cold air seeps under the door

The morning comes without a noise

The quiet sits in the same place

The screen goes dark on your name

The room stays cold around the edges

I flip the glass onto its face

The notifications never came

A white wire hanging near the floor

I watch the glow turn off again

The ceiling catches every shadow

The window turns to pale grey light