Spring 2003 Poetry Competition Second Prize
The Cell Phone by Maureen Cate Email: Maureen.Cate@btinternet.com It became intrinsic to her life Her lifeline. Her connection To the man who has a wife.
A silver key to thoughts and dreams. She cannot be without, She takes it everywhere with her In case he reaches out. The days of dark imaginings Text messages revive And when she gets a real call His voice brings her alive. She carries it from room to room And just outside the shower, In multimedia mode one day, He sent a single flower. In the lonely wakeful nights It lies, within her sight And instead of his quiet breathing, Silence rules the night.
It became intrinsic to her life Her lifeline. Her connection To the man who has a wife.
Then, suddenly, no messages. His battery was flat. Predictable. Inevitable. That, my dear, was that…
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