the mobile phone shattered into so many different pieces
as the rain poured down
flowing into the underground of angry tears
we couldn’t find the soul of the phone
someone must have stolen it
when we were looking somewhere else

a shout of FUCK YOU
and the crashing of a phone’s soul
the rain poured down
covering everything with its melodramatic patter
the soul couldn’t be found
even though we looked everywhere
for at least half an hour
asking everybody if they had seen a phone

but the rain was so wet and dark
it stole our eyes and brains
i had to buy a new one

and then the talking stopped