Everyone I want to know is on my phone.
Anyone who wishes to remember me, I am on theirs.
But they’re not why I keep an eye on my phone every waking hour.
I’m not sure what divine sign am I on the lookout for,
But it makes sense that if I ever were to find romantic love,
They’d likely be someone whose name would be on my speed-dial.
The first contact to pop-up in my inbox.
The first name spell-check will autocorrect others, too.
So,
I revive my screen an embarrassing number of times.
Waiting for God to manifest my lover out of the blue,
Who’ll push aside his nerves and boldly say, “Hi, it’s me’,
And I’ll know that their name is to stay.
