lauramichelle1995

My only way of talking to you is texting you smiling, frowning, laughing, crying at the lifeless object in my hand As time goes by I see my reflection on the screenWords put together rearranged and then submitted like homework handed in to a teacherI’ve forgotten your face your voice and gesturesIf you were here I’d hear you laugh you’d stroke my shoulder gently Things such as these comfort me reassure me much more than words