She waits with bated breath
unable to take her eyes away  
From the phone that sits upon her desk

Such a little device that holds such might
Here upon this winter's night
To her, it is life or death of her heart to know what the answer brings
Waiting for that powerful flash of green  

Minutes have passed
Her phone sits there remaining black
She mentally kicks herself, she shouldn't the question have asked

Her phone goes off and flashes green  
Startling her out of her reverie
She is now stuck in a riptide of petrifying emotions
Her heart being pulled under the waves of the ocean

Five minutes have passed
The phone continues to flash
She cannot bear the answer to the question asked