As soon as we’re allowed
To see each other after what feels like years,
When did you get that?
After an hour
Of staring at that tiny screen,
I am beyond bored;
Just lost in an emotionless haze.
Can’t we do something else?
Maybe go outside like we used to?
After a while, I glance at the corner of your screen
And let out a breath of relief
When I see the battery symbol in the red.
Finally, we can do something.
Something besides this.
You notice the symbol as well and leap up.
You go and grab your charger in a frantic frenzy.
Why, oh why, did you have to remember that stupid charger?
After I have lost track of time,
Our parents yell that it is time to go.
We say our goodbyes and that the playdate was fun,
Then you leave.
As I wave, I pray that next time
To bring that screen and its charger.
© Amelia Jacobson