Don’t Pick Up the Phone
Please don’t pick up the phone, because if you do, next time that I come over, you won’t be home. Please don’t look away from the road because you promised me you’d be here, you’d be around, you’d be here for me until we both grow old. Please don’t make me say goodbye. You’re my best friend, and if it was my text that causes it I won’t be able to sleep at night. Please don’t make me have to live without you, life is a cold, dark place without you by my side, and I don’t wanna feel blue. So, please, friend, don’t pick up the phone, when you hear it ring, facedown on the other seat, while you’re driving with your windows down, own your way home, alone. Please. I love you. Don’t pick up the phone.
This is a poem written from the perspective of the speaker who lost their best friend in an accident caused by their friend receiving and reading (while driving) a text written by the speaker.