'Lost Phone- Please Call' by Ravyn LaRue

I lost my phone
At first I didn't care
But I then remembered the message
The call I missed from Hero
Her asking me to fetch her an iron
And my brother in the background
His laugh was authentic
Unlike it often is
And I wouldn't mind
But my mum can only call me
And that message may be forever lost
They losing one's phone is like losing one's virginity
I wouldn't know
But I hope I can get my phone back
In the meanwhile Emma will call my mum
Since she jumps at the opportunity to help
Which is sweet of her
But I think she appreciates recognition
Perhaps more than the warm fuzzy feeling
Either way, it's a sweet gesture
I wish I had my phone back
I'd call people just to hear their voices
Even though it's tomorrow already
And I have homework to do
Which I've neglected
But I've written 88 pages
And I feel the need to temporarily retire
Though I know I don't deserve that
I'm just in a place where it's colder than I've ever known
And Tomorrow-Tomorrow
As in Wednesday
Seems too long to wait to see my family
But I've lasted this long
I just have to keep on moving
For if I stop struggling
I'll drown
Two days until temporary retirement