For those of you who check this more often than any other social media:
My phone died. Like, for good. Time for a new one.
Get in touch with me on Facebook or Skype for now, loves.
A swirled scent of saline
Came drifting through my window
Told me she was looking left
And that her eyes were green tonight
Shamed, I suppressed a sneeze
Then wound the lever clockwise
Or, if you prefer, to the right
To save my eyes from turning blue
My choice of words deliberate,
My choice of thoughts haphazard,
My choice of loves intended,
My choice of ending unsolved