Flying bird

On a hot summer day,

I lost my phone,

Two hours before a biochemistry exam.

And after grief I realized;

I should take this chance to leave my past behind.

The price is heavy,

But If I leave now I will never have to justify.

I shall say ages and ages hence

I lost my phone on a summer day

I took this chance to leave my past behind

Although I left in utter silence

I only have those eight words to justify

I lost my phone on a summer day

I do not intend to say the whole truth

That I was exhausted

That I needed a break, from everyone

Old acquaintances

Unshackled from the devil, the tiny screen,

I will not have to explain

I was too weak to either fight or escape;

so in all convenience,

I lost my phone on that summer day.