I’m worried about you

I hold my phone in my hands
and I check every second
if you’ve written anything,
because I’m worried about you.

I don’t know why,
I don’t have to do this,
I probably shouldn’t worry,
because why should I?

And yet I still remember
the taste of tea with raspberries
and the smell of tiramisu
and the crime books on the shelf.

Because life becomes more beautiful
when you put it together
of little crumbs
that you like to come back to.