Smart phone spends the night with me,
Plays music as I go to sleep,
Wakes me in the morn,
Knows my routines better than my lover.
Google knows my likes and tastes,
She keeps track of all my important dates,
Intimacy as lays upon my chest,
Reach for her to check the time in the night.
Sorrow in the coldness,
Void made for connection,
Instead minds reflection,
In light of best friends glow, my cell phone.
About the Author: Brian Bucks lives on a small horse ranch in Western Nebraska and is a husband, father, electrical engineer, and poet.
Thursday, July 28, 2016