Fingers.
Dancing across the keyboard.
Thoughts expressed with
A few strokes
Of a few keys.

Finger pads.
Punching.
Gliding.

A million things drift through
Her head…

The thoughts running like wildfire.
Coming undone
Through her fingertips.

A pause here
And there…
To gather her mind.

Confused.
And hurt,
But also happy
And content.

She finally rests her *******.
on the third button.
From the shift.

A period.
An ending.
A goodbye.