We are all pennies

I’m sitting here,
waiting, dying,
staring at my phone.

I just need a call,
a text, an email.
    Anything.
to get me by.

It never comes though.

It never comes because,
you dropped me like a penny,
never looking back.

I have traveled far
from where we once were,
in pockets of strangers
to only be thrown again.

I’ve been picked up now,
polished and kept safe,
and not yet thrown away.

Still I wait.
for a call, a text, an email,
from the friend you used to be.