You look like an
Undelivered text.
That's lost its path
In some wide bandwidth.
You carry many words
Which can never be read.
You're filled with emotions
Which can never be felt.
You knock and push
All the texts that cross
Your path - though unknown.
In the bandwidth
Among many texts
Both to and from
Both happy and sad
Both yes and no
You lie like a
Delivered text
Which is yet to
Be seen and
Soon to be deleted.
This voice was as coarse
As the call which
I've always wanted
To disconnect.
