by Sine Qua Non

You’ve been waiting for me.

For the green light to appear beside my name. And then you had your excuse ready so you could message me. To keep the exchange going. Maintain the connection.

Barely even a minute here and you message me. And you even send a smile. Such calculated gestures. Tsk.

You’ve been waiting. These things are known to those who wait, too.


God, I miss you like hell. F*ck it dude, I do.