Concrete Pull

My phone just slipped, a greasy thing,

from the fire escape, no song to sing

its fall. Three stories down it went,

a fast, hard, final descent.

I watched it go, a dark, small streak,

a silent, desperate, metal shriek.

And then the sound, a sickening crunch,

like bones on concrete, not a hunch.

Face down it lay, a broken face,

its spiderwebbed screen in that hard place.

I didn't even try to reach, to grab,

just felt the pull, a sudden stab.

How everything just wants to fall,

and gravity just takes it all.