Number 3

So we sit here, across from one another and we don't say a word. The days feel like years and seconds feel longer then the three hundred and sixty five days it's been this way. Your eyes are busy, your fingers typing in a fury. I watch you, you have yet to notice my stare. I've learned not to let you see it.

What do you want?

Why are you bothering me?

Can I help you?


Maybe because it's barely spring. Maybe because she has forgotten how to love. Maybe she doesn't want to.