Typing...

March fourteenth, 2014
1:43 in the morning
I watched those three dots disappear again
Before you ever said anything
The room was dark except the screen
Blue light covering the bed sheets
Outside the snowplows passed slowly
Like ghosts moving through the city

Typing
Stopping
Typing
Like you're trying to leave carefully

I read our old messages again
Just to hear your voice inside my head
Funny how someone can disappear
Without actually going anywhere
I stayed awake until sunrise
Waiting for a conversation
That never happened

At 4:08
You finally sent: Sorry, fell asleep
But I knew you were awake
Because I saw you online
Twenty minutes before that

Typing
Stopping
Typing
Every silence sounds louder now

I don't think we fight anymore
We just slowly stop reaching for each other
And somehow
That hurts worse