Those Three Blinking Dots (Tolstoy Lied)

I fell asleep smiling last night

thinking of you.

My mobile clutched tight against

my chest,

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

little screen,

Hoping beyond hope that

Those three blinking dots

reveal an affirmation of the aforementioned sentiment.


Thank You Technology

It’s strange being away from family on important occasions, like birthdays or graduations or announcements. Today is my Dad’s birthday, and I am sat talking to him through FaceTime. It’s great technology has advanced to a point where we can communicate this easily over long distances, but it is never¬†quite¬†the same. The time difference always plays a part, though staying up is a price I am more than willing to pay. I miss my family dearly, but I still am happy with the choice I made to go to school so far away. At least with technology I can see my family and my puppy, and wish my Dad a happy birthday!