In Grip

He stood in the corner with his cellphone in hand
While he searched through his numbers with no urgent demand.

There was a point to his casual looking, although he couldn't admit
That all he truly desired was that one simple click---

The click of the line when the call came to a close.
If he could speak to her just one last time... but that was too much he supposed.

What would that beautiful creature want to do with me,
He thought
I just can't live without her; I wish she could see...

He then chuckled to himself and his own desperate ways
And filled up his glass to drink his miseries away.

He left the party in a happy drunk mood
But knew in the back of his mind what he must do.

So he stepped in the pool, cellphone still clutched in a tight grip
He said goodbye to the world; and simply let his body slip...