Stare into this screen
And await your reply
Like anticipating
When you know it’s goodbye
But feels more like what’s up
Once again
Seamlessly
Typing texts
And then sending them when
They read
Sounds more like me
Scrutinizing for errors
In spelling and grammar
And adding some more
Of my lexicon glamor
Since stammering in my head
Spoken words
Stutter
But pausing to sift through
The cognitive clutter
Is how I uncover
The secret encoded
But none to discover
When lovers don’t seem to be
Deeply embedded
In these messages
Or their absence
I’ve dreaded