Cold fingers press tight against a single square
Tap, tap,tapping away every hesitation, every glare.
The furious lines that found their way into your brow
Makes no difference because I have the calming gentle sound
Of the clicking of the space bar and hope there is a friend
Somewhere feeling the same happenstance with not such a dismal end
With a gentle shudder of my shoulders, I let out a feathery sigh
And wait...as tears sit gently on my lips...I pray for a reply
And pray.....

{And pray
Perhaps a reply is not in the cards, perhaps another day?
I dunno...poems never get replies anyway!! lol}

Carina