The Idea
Check it, check it, check it.
No messages.
Instagram? TikTok? Snapchat?
No one’s there.
Quiet hum, streaks of moonlight—
No arms to be held by.
Sound asleep, all but one.
No ears to just listen.
Drowning,
No hand to reach for.
Not worth saving.
Not a real problem.
It’s all in my head.
(Or is it?)