Hours and days spent waiting
For a few words,
So meaningless and shallow;
But my only salvation
In these lonely hours,
That fill every day of my life,
Awaiting for your return;
I can even hear your voice,
In the limits of the page,
As I refresh every five minutes,
Hoping the moment of your response
Has come and gone,
And that I will feel joy again,
With a “RE:” subject line waiting
©2015 – V. A. Coote