You have been a fortnight offline.
And if I’ve lost you, I’ve lost you.
I don’t cry but I don’t smile either.
It snows when I lower the blinds
in the afternoon. It snows when
I raise them in morning. Nothing
between. Yet my eyes are dry and
tired. It’s December, and it will be
darker and colder before the light
returns. But soon a new year will
come, blank and unwritten. I’m not
blank or unwritten, nor young. But
still I stay whole my day in front of
the screen, waiting. Well, I’m okay.
Have no complains. But the silence
here is deafening. It’s your birthday
today. Yes, I do remember! Do you?