On the bright side… I'm writing again. :)


i'm only slightly worried
what's keeping him;
more annoyed really…
fifteen minutes late,
he hasn't bothered to show yet.

my fingers dictate
what shows up in maroon
century gothic
ten-point in the dialogue box.
"You're late. Come on."

simple enough,
but not strong enough.
he's never going to come,
is he?