Characters flying through the air
Invisible, unseen yet still they’re
Coming, coming to you and to me
Flashing our device for us to see.
A smile breaks, my face so bright
Unlock the screen, it comes alight
I read the things, these things you say
I send things back, on their way!
Oh what crazy things we people are
All unafraid yet showing scar
And one in a million or even more
Can get their foot through the door.
It was closed you know, I’d had enough
Sick of the pain and feeling rough
Tired of thoughts of inadequacy
Yet what is it now coming over me?
Overthinker be I, overthinker be you
Habitually happen to misconstrue
Many and much and more and most:
Here at the feast resides a ghost.
Moderation my dear, my sweet,
Patience is key, one day we’ll meet
And to see your face and kiss your lips
The thought! My stomach flips.
I’d write more but a text came through
Of course my dear, it is from you
I’ll send this now it’s on it’s way
If only to bring joy to your day.
© Kris Blackburn 09/09/14