Turn it Off

Cell

This contraption is my torture device.
Pick it up and set it down.
Keep wishing for something more than the picture I took when we were together.
When we were happy.


Your voice is in my reach
but
It's something I won't soon hear.

Pick it up.
Set it down.

You're only a button away.
But what would I say?
Each time I try, the words just get in the way.
I'd try to tell you.
You'd just say that you understand,
but,
"This will be best for us both in the end."
We'd say our goodbyes for yet another time.

Pick it up.

Yes.

As I suspected.
Nothing.

Put it down
and keep waiting.