Posted in Prose, Relationships

Not Speaking

My keyboard
fell strangely silent
tonight of all nights
My heart skipped a beat
wondering why
your fingers didn’t type
my next blog
about you,
I really hate the silence
when your thoughts
are so distant
from mine

and I can’t feel your fingers, anymore…



My profile might reflect who I am, what I think and why I write what I do. My profile might just reveal the inner workings of a deranged mind, a helpless soul, and a self-destructive way of living. Don't worry. I'm OK. I've just lost sight of my little sister in the evening clouds....

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