Notes in the Cell Phone 3

I saw you in the corner of my eye,
Standing, leaning, slouching against the windowed door.
The darkness behind you moving,
The lights above you beaming an industrial silver.
Screeches and screams surround us
Scarcely heard amidst your glowing lips’ quietness.
Subtly framed by an unfocused gaze.
Lashes lowered with a touch of tiredness.
Or was it melancholy?
Thoughts of reaching you race through my mind.
I suppress.
And return to the numbers gentler to my heart.