UX Poem

I lusted a phone call today,
I wanted it hard enough,
a cough and a Hello,

I can start over,
I want to be new,
pretend to control my fears.

I don't want to apologize,
but I am sorry,
the crashing crushes us something good.

I like the gold in her voice,
I am glad for the vibration in my denim pocket,
the solidity of nervous accents.

I am not my mistakes,
I am yours especially when your minutes make moments.
laughter is everything and still real.