The three dots appear
If they linger too long
You care too much
If they are fleeting
You don’t care at all
They blink and wait
A many eyed creature
The caretaker of the beast inside me
Whispering all the possibilities
The terrible truth
What if the puppeteer
Behind those dots
Simply doesn’t care
And so I’ll stare
Into those 3 grey eyes
And imagine they are alive
Blinking in the bright glow
Emanating from the rectangle
That connects me to you
Does it really matter
How long they linger?