What I look for when I check my phone

I look for the shadows of the people I want to be there. The people I miss, who I’ve seen before. Who normally, without anything, I wouldn’t see or hear from again except in the flesh, beside me.

If I catch sight of them, I get all of them, as they are.

But now, I can look for disembodied shadows of them in the wires, in the air.

But I can’t ever tell if they are safe.