Phones

I get so prone,

To be lone,

Without my phone.

How would I connect,

To whoever I select,

Without my phone.

Left with no footage,

And no message,

Without my phone.

How to behold,

All that my mind can’t hold,

Without my phone.

I have fun,

Seasons under the sun,

All with my phone.

A pretty clutch,

Gives me added much

My phone.