Back

Blink.

I sit and stare
at the screen
no words at all
yet, not yet.

Mind racing, thinking,
reaching out,
pulling back at the last moment.
No, that’s not right.

Eyes tire and close,
nothing has changed or moved.
Except for the cursor
blinking back at me.

So steady and methodic.
And I watch,
as it blinks,
blinks.

On and on into eternity.