Today.

Quoted.

The phone buzzes.
‘1 New Message’

Every time I press ‘View’, I’d hope for a change.
Never happens.

My hopes continue to grow.
Only to turn into a quiet thought.
Now a quiet word.

I wait.
And I wait.
Still waiting.
Everyday.

Just this once,
I want things to work out.
And just this once,
Stop me hoping already.

This is partly what I’m breathing for.
And my heart is tired of just having to pump a little bit faster when hope overwhelms.
Even faster that my heart would break in an instant when hope evaporates.

You pick me up and you drop me anytime you like.
Had enough?
I'm in no mood for a good game.

I need you.
I miss you.