Pocket song

Sam sung a sad song into the microphone of his samsung phone
He wondered when she would hear him as verbatim as he did himself
Unbeknownst to him he would never speak'er
The way they did when he could call her home
The line dropped to a static
White noise was now her voice
That sang to him like a nightingale
Caged in his cell
Sam sung a sad song listening to her call