POEM | Draft #1 of 1,000

It doesn’t matter
how much of your
contact information I delete
I set it to memory
when we met
so that I would never forget it
so that I could call you from a pay phone
the moment I reached shore
after being stranded
on an island for months or years

but now
I am an island and
all I want to do is call you
I still know your number and
there are phones all around me

I just want to hear a forgiving, tonal duet of technology and your voice

It seems you are the only one my heart will believe when it doesn’t believe in itself

But just because I can call
doesn’t mean I should
and this lesson has been the
hardest to memorize