Wallpaper (poem)

 

I asked the time. His phone lit up.
He smiled as I espied the face.
“It’s nothing,” so he laughed at once,
“Just something I meant to erase.”

The laugh was forced, did not convince
My friend nor me, and then he swore
“She’s beautiful. Well there, at least.
She might not be so anymore.”

“OK,” I nodded, still unclear,
And glanced again upon the screen,
Which faded grey, then perfect black.
He rubbed his eyes to kill a dream.

David