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Napowrimo post 26. (4 more days to go!)

I stare at the computer screen I can almost see
my reflection staring back. I open the window
and type in your pseudonym, my hello is greeted
with a blank space, no response. That blank space
hurts worse than a silence. silence floats by
your blank space stays and mocks me, it screams
he's not here, he's to busy to stare,
at a computer screen while the sun is out shining.
I try my hardest to close the little box
with the flashing vertical line laughing with each blink.
but I am clinging to that cursor as my last life line,
before we've floated to far to return.

H.