doodling while on a phone call

i still think of that part of you that i like to believe only i can see well… the thing is, this part is just an image projected onto smoke, an invisible curtain, a fever dream. still grappling still occupying space holding gaze, checking the screen white and digital, a missed call away, a twenty minute chat. it all comes back in twenty minutes square one, gotta detox again! here we are, again. yes i want specificity