The message was sent.
I had spent most of the morning
crafting it.
Now, I waited.
For a response,
I kept re-reading.
Was my intention clear,
my punctuation on par;
would they understand?
Time spilled out
like a desert,
large swaths of time.
I put down the phone and picked it up
Cranked the volume
Plenty of charge.
I was ready
for the response.
I busied myself.
All the while my mind
Waiting, waiting, waiting
And the noise came.
The sound emitted but it was only spam.
My heart sunk.
Who had I become?
