we used to talk until the signal dropped mid-sentence we used to talk until one of us fell asleep first we used to talk, some nights, about nothing at all now you don't pick up and the bars on my phone go quiet
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Lio Fenwick26 October 2026
the shape does the grieving for you — i felt the call getting smaller before i reached the last line. "the bars on my phone / go quiet" might be the saddest two lines you've written.