"The Girl in Your Pocket"

Hello, it's the girl in your pocket,
The voicemail stored on your phone,
A silent light in memoriam,
Of a girl who feels alone.

Hay, it's the girl in your pocket,
The text message where you didn't reply,
Sending you a few bytes of encouragement,
Writes a girl who finds it hard to get by.

Straw, it's the girl in your pocket,
Facebooking to see if you're there,
Hoping to see your name in her newsfeed,
Pokes the girl who wants you to care.

Hi, it's the girl in your pocket,
Feeling the silence that stings,
Do you know she's just a phone call away?
From the girl who wishes you'd ring.

It's me, again. The girl in your pocket.
By herself on a Saturday night.
Deserving more that a second thought,
Hoping you'd call her tonight.

Hey... It's the girl in your pocket,
Do you notice the time that goes by?
If she didn't call, what would happen,
Wonders the girl who wants you to try.

Hi. It's the girl in your pocket. Again.
The damsel who wants to be won,
Wishing to know if your phone's even working,
Asks the girl who misses the fun.

Surprise! It's the girl in your pocket,
She gave you her heart a few months back,
Have you forgotten her already?
Says the girl who wants tape for the cracks.

Hello!? It's the girl that you have in your pocket.
Calling yet another time...
Remember? The wisher, the dreamer?
Sighs the girl who is alone, not alive.

(c) Sarah T. Schnoebelen 6-08-09