I am your cellphone wallpaper.
I am your favorite tune.
I am your lullaby.
I am your pillow.
I am the hidden photo on the pages of your book.
Then I became the calls you’re avoiding to take.
The unread messages in your inbox.
And then the name that causes you chest pain.
I was once all the beautiful things.
I’m afraid that soon I’ll be the memories buried deep in the back of your head,
And that small box hidden under your bed.
–(c) KC Montegrande, 2014