Stroking it. May 1, 2015

 I held it in my hand and think of you just as I did back in that dark room waiting for my cell phone to ping, one hand clutching it and the other the phone,  I hold it and think of you, just as I did then and always will, so now, all this time later I got no message, no new image to review, just stroke it as I do always, in the dead of night,  clutch it, stroking, it making it feel better, the coming and going of Life, the missing elements I always miss, the end of a road that always brings me here, clutching it, stroking it, thinking always of the same thing,when I know it remains in my brain like a dream