Poem to be Forgotten

I really thought the photos would do it. 
I was hoping for a visceral phone call.
Half joking just to get your attention. 
Show you I still have them and like them. 

I never want to embarrass you. 
I really do miss you.
Enough of this hack desperation.
You're move. 

I gotta get back to it.
Hope is like petrichor.
It comes and goes.
The only evidence is written beneath.