I use to have your number,
At my finger on speed dial.
Prepared I was to give you a call,
To feel and hear your smile.
I use to have your number,
At my finger on speed dial.
But high tech had ended that,
And I haven't seen you in awhile.
Texting to download,
Messages to send...
Becomes to complicated to express,
When I want to talk with you...
And hear your voice I like best.
Texting to download,
Posed pictures now called 'selfies'...
Just to address,
Feelings that aren't spoken...
Loses my interest.
I use to have your number,
At my finger on speed dial.
Prepared I was to give you a call,
To feel and hear your smile.
I use to have your number,
At my finger on speed dial.
But high tech had ended that,
And I haven't seen you in awhile.
Confusing is this high tech today we use,
If I waited to hear a word from you...
I have to 'tweet' your twitter,
To then follow too.
Only not to know what's meant,
Or who it is from just a few letters sent.
I use to have your number,
At my finger on speed dial.
Prepared I was to give you a call,
To feel and hear your smile.
I use to have your number,
At my finger on speed dial.
But high tech had ended that,
And I haven't seen you in awhile.
'Hello.'
Yes...
Hello.
'Why so formal?
You don't know who this is? '
I'm sorry.
But...
No. I don't.
Is this a bill collector?
Are you real?
Or is this a recording?
'Comeon...
You should have caller ID? '
Oh?
Where would I find that?
Is that on my rotary?
Wait...
I can punch that in on my land line, right?
I just got a new telephone.
'Your what?
A new who?
What is that? '
Lawrence S. Pertillar
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-use-to-have-your-number/
