Posted in life, Poetry

Lost Contacts

Yesterday, I scrolled through my phone

looking for a number

because I thought I’d call someone for Father’s Day –

and then saw my grandma’s number

when I tapped on the contact;

Her face smiled back at me…

I wished I could really call her –

but I knew

that if anyone was on the other end,

it wouldn’t be her,

and that hurt so much

I forgot why I

picked up the phone

in the first place.

…I still can’t bring myself to delete her number.


22 June 2020


Curating Personal Year 9. Wife and mom of 3. Writer. Zentrovert. Aspiring Engineer. Resident Badass.

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