Archive | December 2015

Sent from my phone

Who says hello these days?

When we swipe faces 

Whilst toilet-perched

Or numbly nodding in public places

To the half-heard words

Of people who matter;

Yet, amongst this chatter,

We remain sat,

Semi-present, like shadows

Clinging to corners 

And smiling inwards

To no-one in particular,

About someone far away,

with a faceful of phone.