My fingers type away in fury,
But I yearn to scribble on you.
The white in you fades away,
As blue, red and black adorns you.
You never flinched,
When I flung you in disdain,
And you were caught by the grimy bin.
You had a magnanimous heart,
Bore the deepest of the pain.
As the screen stares back at me,
I realise your value.
Is it too late to go down on my knees,
And beg you to return?
P.C – Kelly Sikkema from ‘Unsplash’