Typing

Typing…

Two minutes later,
Typing…

Five minutes later,
Typing…
“Hi,”

She’s hurting
She wants to tell him

She’s feeling empty
She wants to tell him

She’s lonely
She wants to tell him

Then she remembers
He doesn’t care
It’s not a priority
He doesn’t like communication

You’re weak when you cry
You’re nagging when you express your feelings
You’re crazy when you say what you want

Thirty minutes later
He responds, “Hi.”

Clueless,
She doesn’t know
How to keep the conversation going

She goes silent

One day later, silence
Two days later, silence

Heaven forbid this
She’s much more than she values herself
I hope she’ll realize this soon.