thank you, nowhere

[ fermata ]

salutation.
"hey, what's up? how's everything?"
edging into conversation
black and white upon the screen.

letters.
strung together somehow
to make me understand better
the distance between then and now.

words.
where would we be without them?
i would go unheard.
you would be forgotten.

sentences.
making your thoughts heard
transitions and entrances
without a spoken word.

paragraphs.
so few, far, and lonely
blocks of lines and spaces that
are the best way you know me.

silence.
yet another decrecendo
a grand pause to give me a chance
to re-set my bow.

when will this fermata end?

[ 2.4.00 ]