I keep staring at the screen,
trying to unlock it.
Fingers sliding, back and forth,
hoping, resisting, fighting.
The vibration runs through my palm,
like a rhythm I know too well.
Every ring upsets the quietness,
yet I watch, pretending to look away.
I know what's coming,
I know the words,
but I don't want to hear,
the sound waiting at the other end.
I stay a heartbeat longer,
hoping that, if I wait long enough,
the call will fade,
and the moment will slip past me.