I hear your tune across my phone,
it beckons me to text.
You’re mad if I don’t answer you,
but my life has been hexed.

I’m healing from my broken arm,
that I just got last week.
I text while my dog stopped to pee
along a slippery creek.

My foot’s now healed from when I missed
that manhole dark and deep.
You text me wanting to be sure
our date I would still keep.

My scar’s now healed that I received
from impact with a beam
while texting you to just say ‘hi’.
I’m clumsy it would seem.

I’ve changed my car, the other one
I wrecked just yesterday
while texting you, I don’t know why,
’twas my fault – not okay.

I’m texting you now as I walk
along this peaceful cliff.
I wish that you were here with me,
this quiet place is diff…..

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