poetry

untitled rambling… 

i don’t talk too much to anyone 

within a certain depth 

filled with heart, soul, and mind

besides these dead trees 

yet i wake up to 

hundreds upon hundreds 

that used to be 

thousands of notifications 

just within a few hours of sleep 

likes and comments

private and direct messages 

pictures and videos that disappear 

sharing something with me 

hell

my phone even rings 

occasionally 

as i scroll through it all 

looking for the ones 

that i wish and want to see 

just another day of 

wishing and wanting you 

to hold in my hands 

instead of a phone 

reminding me 

there’s a whole lot of people 

who will never see me 

as i see you 

-joshua ryan stewart

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