by Wendy Tilby
You carry it around in your dressing gown pocket so the kids donít know like a childís security blanket
Your whole day hanging in the balance of a few little words
Waiting, waiting until you canít breathe
It reaches into your heart and stops it beating
You will it to buzz but theyíre not the one and you hate with a vengeance,
Snapping at the kids who have no idea why
It is your universe, the only thing that matters
You analyse each message with a fine toothcomb
A whole dayís happiness depending on a kiss
Sometimes itís your best friend, sometimes the destroyer of your soul sending you mad
You wonder, if he knew of his power, would he care?
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