On My Way

i've had this cell for a little over four years
numbers and letters on each button almost completely worn away

typing this poem on this phone is no simple task
but appropriate

because this poem is about hanging on
and nowhere is my hanging on more apparent
than the inbox on this phone

now
i've deleted all the heavy romantic swill
the "i'm thinking of you"s
the " i'm missing you"s
the "i'm falling for you"s
and definitely anything heavier than that
especially all the texts from the last serious one

but of all the short flings i've had
since i've had this phone
i have saved all of their "on my way"s

i could pretend that i don't know why
but i do

cause on nights like tonight
when no one is on the way
it's nice to scroll through the phone
and be reminded of when someone was