The Phantom Vibration on My Leg

By Saywisely

1 min read May 30, 2024
A ghost buzzes against my skin,
A message that has never been.
A false alarm, a hopeful twitch,
A glitch within the modern itch.

My nerves, they cry for your reply,
Beneath a vacant, silent sky.
This phantom call, a simple sign,
Your absence is a buzz in mine.

You Might Also Enjoy

Continue Reading

The Specific Sadness of a Sunday Evening

Read next poem