I awake to the sound of my heart beating,
Faster and faster as my breathing gets heavy,
I feel in my chest the pull of old,
Searching around for the familiar phone.

My ears hear the sound of the living,
Calling to me from reality,
My fingers find the buttons of of the past,
Hidden beneath sleepy sheets,
The hum of a vibration from a long ago message.

A forgotten phone,
Dragged out into the night,
Heavy with too much memory,
Weighted by the past,
Yet at last I can read its screen.

This is all I have,
To speak to the ghosts that are no more,
This is how it is,
The numbing feel of rubber buttons,
The dreamy glow of the words,
The language of the heart,
Not even the eyes can comprehend.

But a distant bell is ringing,
Ringing me into the dawn of a new day,
I tap out my messages quickly,
As if I will never get a chance again,
And as my soul returns to my body in waking,
I hope one of them will reach their destination.