Buried in your bag, the excuse,
that modern cord, the line,
to the centre of us,
you would not have heard
notifications, and such,
as the weight of this end,
anchored, fixed in the bed,
felt no tug (or pull) from your end.
10,000 POEMS – Posted freshly most days
Buried in your bag, the excuse,
that modern cord, the line,
to the centre of us,
you would not have heard
notifications, and such,
as the weight of this end,
anchored, fixed in the bed,
felt no tug (or pull) from your end.