You thought about it

You never bothered

to bring your reading glasses

so I managed calls

for you.

Numbers, an array of

crisscrossed scribbles

filling the empty space

and names you'd soon forget

when the letters jumbled

out

o f

f o c u s .

I am the exception.

Bolded, my name is

the weight of giants

slapped upon you luminescent screen

setting your nerves

on fire.

Though maybe it was an accident,

and your unfocused hand

awakened my sleeping mind

discovering all the reasons

I wished you had called me back.