Percent of my Heart

My phone was at 87 percent. The day seemed heaven sent. Even though my friend was headed back to his home state. I still think the day went great. I’m at 48 percent still. As my phone rests on that window sill. I wonder if he thinks of me as a dusty file. I haven’t charged my phone in a while. When I saw my phone at 43. It was like a splash of water hit me. Then I sunk back inward. I don’t know where I left that cord. When your phone dies, so do you. Or sometimes before, that is true. So take a moment to pray a bit. Don’t look down, or you’ll get hit. At 4:37 pm that afternoon. I wonder if he saw the moon. Or if he was simply looking down... At my text with a frown. I never told his family that we were reckless. It would be too much to confess. So I simply sent out heart after heart. To family and friends who were falling apart. My phone was at 22 percent when I sent my message. I should have been more sage. They say his phone was lost that day. On that fateful Sunday. When your phone dies, nothing happens. Except that you can’t pretend… I deleted our last texts after a week. I know it sounds bleak… But I hope his phone is broken or in a lake. There’s just too much at stake. When your phone gets eaten by the ground. That’s when you know the truth will never be found.