No One's First Call

The morning light hit the

edge of the blanket.

She scrolled past group

chats and polite replies.

There were names on the

screen, but none had

called first.

In seven months, only

two people had asked to

talk.

One had hung up early.

She had spent the week

watching every word she

typed, trying to sound

funny and light.

Am I only kept out of pity?

The tears came before she

could sit up.

She pulled her knees to

her chest in the quiet

room.

Her thumb hovered over

the empty screen, waiting

for someone to reach out

first.