I want him,

But he is so far,

Text messages; our sole means of communication,

Forget about calls,

We are yet at that level.

I start a chat,

And await his reply,

The chat may be forced,

But I keep on hoping,

That naturally, it will flow,

I hear the message tone of my phone,

My heart skips a beat,

Maybe it's his reply,

Or the ministry of health,

Probably reminding me to stay safe,

It has become an everyday habit for them,

Since the outbreak of the world pandemic.

I grab my phone and check,

Oh yes! It's him,

The chat begins to flow,

In a beautiful yet challenging way.

My heart then sinks,

When I send a message,

One that deserves a reply,

One minute it's unread,

The next, it's read,

No reply,

I wait and I wait,

Still no reply,

"Maybe he doesn't wanna talk to me,"

I conclude to myself,

"But why", I ask myself.

All I desire is to keep talking to him,

But then again I say to myself,

"Grow up, stop forcing issues."

N.M