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The Interim

I sit down in my chair.
Open my laptop; click power.
The screen fades to white.
I open my internet browser.
Click the keys.
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My eyes dart to the bottom right-hand corner.
I am now online.
So are 163 other people.
I scan the list.
There he is.
I click his name.
Silently, I ask him to message,
as if my desperate thoughts will will him to do so.
I type 'hey',
act as if I have the courage to click enter.
Delete. Delete. Delete.
Wimp.
Tick. Tock.
Time is passing.
No message.
Please.
He doesn't want to talk to you.
Sigh.
Come on.
"Dinner is ready!"
I take in a deep breath.
Exhale.
He doesn't care.
Log off.



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