Nervous excitement of anticipation;
Measured as the time gap between
Sending a message and receiving a reply
From the one you love!

No new message-
Just like that he went away.
It’s his work that takes him
Mine would too if only I had one.

160 characters of packaged love I had sent
Must have been good for he had replied
Gleaming I stayed having replied to his taunt
Till his replies died silently without notice

There was nothing for me to do but wait
Wait for him to message
Whenever that might happen to be
When he was free to think of me.

If this is who you call Hope,
I would prefer to keep my friend, Hopeless.

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