Been staring at my phone longer than I need

and have as often, stumbled upon our last memory.

I have it here before me framed for display,

an edited ill ending I otherwise couldn't change.

Hoping that you'd get me through this picture portrayed,

That holds the part of me, words would betray;

As I find myself wondering an already half murdered thought:

If it was your turn to message and question "missed me?"

and mine to reply with a "not a lot!"