Fingers reaching for key strokes
The pause before a flurry of tip tapping across
Imaginary emotions trapped in inadequate phrases…
“Hi! How are you? Hope you’re keeping well.”
The pain of waiting for the reply that might never come.
Heart aching for a reply.
Two hours…three days…a few minutes!
Hope melts the fuzzy warmth.
Cold reality smacks home.
There was never going to be a reply.
One more check before deleting contact.
Inbox – 1 message
Flutter of hope.
Shaky fingers reach for the click…
“Hi! Sorry for the silence. I missed you!”