When I touched the button
and killed our discourse
I ripped with emptiness
then filled with remorse
I cannot handle
these telephonic wars –
I start thinking out loud
my unspoken thoughts
I struggle with distances
logged by servers and silos –
those creeping tendrils
gathering ones and zeros
But my ear is pressed
to heed numbers you say –
of your long hours awake
and your days still away
We have lost the buttons
and slow rotary dials –
these phones are devices
which hack our denials