Forlorn

I stare at the blank black screen,
scroll through notification feeds,
obsessively check the settings for ringer volume,
scan the social media, frequently and regularly
scribble irrelevant notes,
patiently converting them to irrelevant poems.
Not a word. No message. No call. Not yours at least.
And then somewhere between dawn and dusk, I fall asleep.
Only to wake up. With your name on my lips.
I know you won’t be there but still I move over to your side.
Breathe in the scent of your pillow and lull myself to sleep.
Trust me, I have never felt this lonely before.