POEM by Carol Ann Duffy
I tend the mobile now We text, text, text I re-read your first, look for your small xx, The codes we send I try to picture your hands, Nothing my thumbs press
like an injured bird
our significant words.
your second, your third,
feeling absurd.
arrive with a broken chord.
their image is blurred.
will ever be heard.
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