It sits in my notes app. 

Updated frequently. 

As constant as the sun,

Ascending to the top 

once again.

But it is only the evening, 

And you have just hung up—

What is left on the other end? 

Is it me sleeping soundly?

Or am I kicking the sheets off my bed? 

Screaming for help, 

Hoping you’ll hear me. 

Through the phone

I pick up the pieces; 

The remnants from last night.

But it is only the morning. 

Like a wave,

It comes crashing down

As the sun descends

once again.