Sometimes I feel like I'm the third wheel. Maybe it's not true But that's how I feel. Maybe it is true and I should accept it's real. I should just fade away. Away from all this And give them the space. Give them the bliss They so badly need. I hope they won't miss Me when I'm gone. After I've left Them in peace, my pieces Will scatter with no heft. Will they miss me? Will they feel bereft Without me there? But I'm just a smartphone Connecting them yet splitting them Afar through no fault of my own. Maybe it's just me, maybe it's everyone But this is the life of a smartphone.
A little poem (?) I wrote last night, just messing around, thinking of life in terms of objects; a smartphone in this case. Please do tell me what you think about this, it is kind of my first foray into poetry, so criticism is welcome.