Doomed From the Start

It’s been years since I’ve written a decent poem, Zain
You gave me that back
What can I say?
You pulled out something in me.

Six days
That’s longer than I expected
Which is saying something sad

Half an hour's past
Did I tell you I charged my phone?
One hundred percent battery
I wanted to talk to you forever
I wanted to meet the man that brought a part of me back to life

Ah, how I wish it hadn’t ended
I’m dying to call you, see a text, get a call from you
It’ll be fine in the morning
I have hours and hours to think

Did I ever tell you that car was small?
It was, but you made it even smaller
You made me want to escape
Become the wind and the rain
You probably know the impact you had on me too

Did you think I would write a poem about you?

Ah, Zain. This isn’t how I wanted this night to end
I had it all in my head
I should turn off my phone
I can’t turn off my phone

I was going to say Staples
Right across from you know where
I was going to say I’d drive
Because it’s the only place I can drive
And we’d meet, face to face
My hair would be a mess, I’d have no make up on, and a dress haphazardly thrown over

You wouldn’t expect that, I’m sure
Just like you wouldn’t expect me to tell others about you
Why is that?
I’m a sharing person
I didn’t share too much, I shared just enough to get an opinion on what to do
What do I do, Zain?

Ah, I missed this.
Working out my feelings through poems
Didn’t you know?
I had feelings
You hurt them.
But you know that
You always knew that

Perhaps I’m overthinking it
But there is no one like you
Not that I’ve met

I waited for you, you know
I sat, in front of my house with my phone clutched between my hands
But you never called

I was never tired, Zain
You didn’t make me feel tired
But I’m angry at you
You know I would be

Will you call to soothe me?

Haha
I’d better get to bed
I have to wake up early and shake everything off
But I don’t want to look at my phone
Did I tell you?
I deleted the app too