Cellphone

This was Inspired my George Benson’s Cellphone.

Its too early to think bout this
but I cant help to wonder
when will I wish you was still here.
My cousin, my brother said not
to think about this, but damn
look what you did for me–
you was my dad until
I got a step dad, you had my
back until i got a spine, you
carried me til i could walk,
till i could carry you. You’re
right there, at 1:40a, if cant
get over my demons. Trust me,
Im thankful, but how would I feel
if I didn’t have this anymore.

I have this dream, this worry
everyday, luckly i could call
and ask “what you’re doing”
talk to you for bout fifteen minutes
and move on to homework.
But what going to happen that one day,
I get a dial tone, or “…no longer in service?”

Where will I be when this happens?
What if I have one more question? Do
I gotta go to my aunt? or ‘Daddy?’
“Can a Cellphone Reach to Heaven?”
and if it could, could a non-believer call
just to check up? or am I SOL?

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