Phone
By Nusaibah H
He wakes me to his music
Reads me breakfast menus
And reminds me to pack assignments
He tells me about my grandpa’s heart
And reads the papers to me
Bringing me to the present
He reads me stories before bed
Never asleep, until I am
And even then, alert
He tends to my questions
With trends and opinions
Likes and dislikes
In his absence there is aching
His presence- reassuring
Like a pillow
Catching me as I fall
They say that our relationship is unhealthy
But they don’t know us
No one knows him