Another year. I see the blossom
Scuffed under my boots
Crushed to slush on the pavement.
My phone buzzes – is it a text from you?
No. Just ‘Battery low’.
How come I always miss the spring?
Something that’s always about to happen
Or a lottery I never bet on…
My phone buzzes again
‘Battery low’ and with a blue flash
I must try to be more present.
This is my life no other.
How many rehearsals do I have left?
But the trees fake it
They deserve the first prize in
You’ve got Talent.
Plug the recharger in.
If I find a signal quick
Maybe I will yet get a text from you.
The phone lights up and says
Yes welcome welcome welcome
One day I’ll be there to meet you.