I fell asleep smiling last night
thinking of you.
My mobile clutched tight against
hoping, perhaps, I might find
Your soft heartbeat next to mine
though the final buzz alert from you
has long since faded.
Those three blinking dots stared at me
for so long and
I was certain your words would be those
Of the kindest decline.
Now I wonder what would have
had I spoke up sooner.
Would this absurdly happy grin still
Be plastered across my face?
I certainly hope so.
Tolstoy lied when he said that “happy families are all alike”.
The bygone poets and authors cannot
that tentative moment
that breathless hesitation
of fingers hovering over a
Hoping beyond hope that
Those three blinking dots
reveal an affirmation of the aforementioned sentiment.