My deepest secrets are hidden within my phone

The one thing I will never let go, regardless of who's pulling

The people I know, The things I wish to

All concealed within a tiny metal box

It baffles my parents how hard I hold on to it

The tiny device in an ironclad grip

They don’t understand, probably never will

There’s just some things that I’m not willing to give up

What they don’t know, no one does

Is the person who lives in my safe haven

Under the disguise of silent whispers and giggles at night

He’s across the country but somehow he still overwhelms me

The reason I have deep eye bags

It’s not my fault timezones don’t agree with sleep

Late night talks and dreams that reach the stars

The very ones that both him and I can see

I wish I could forget

The thousands of miles between us, in distance and in spirit

But yet at the end of every day, I still pick up the cold box

Smiling at the thought of my late night rendezvous yet to come

The day will come where I can travel

To see the Califonian sky, the sand, and the air

To finally touch the face I’ve seen

Limited only to a screen, under the covers 

Until then I’ll settle for poor connection screens

And gravelly voices propelling through my speakers

Until the day I can touch the man who touches me the most

I’ll hold on to my little hunk of metal