There she sat, waiting for a response…
Dreadful, was the cold shoulder she received.
Still, warmly will his timely response surely be met.
Does he even really exist to her..?she isn’t sure of that, but to be honest she isn’t sure of much these days. So who is he to feel any type of way regarding the nothing they are, wait; I mean..
the momentary joy she feels as she reads the pieces of himself he leaves inside shiny handheld box’s of light built to draw in her attention, hemmed together by the zeros and ones that telecommunicat’e so plainly feelings that he cast extraordinarily!!!
..but then again what are these words to begin with?
The ramblings of an extremely lonely soul, condemned here by love; which is ruthless in its many aspects of torture that conveniently conceal themselves behind the most mundane of words.
Be it, a long awaited ‘response’ or simply a lack thereof ….