The Three Dots

The dots that end in silence are not a measure of your worth.

Your words:

So nice meeting you! Let’s

plan something soon,

met with those

elusive,

undulating,

dots.

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Then…

NOTHING.

The blank

screen more

barren than any

geographical wasteland,

Your heart,

once on a high wire,

now plummeting,

sans a net.