Clearing My Life

Start by erasing
all emails reminding me
what I’m not doing.

Waiting For The Face Plant: Romantic Blogging Free Verse Poem

You know that moment
when you trip
and begin to fall
and know you’re going
to crash and burn,
but haven’t hit yet?

The moment between
“Oh, crap!”
and “OUCH!”?

Asking someone out
on a date
via email
or instant message
or text,
and then hearing
only silence
is like that:

The moment
just before
the face plant.

She yearns to feel new/
message excitement. Do mine/
stir anticipa . . . ?

Staring at gmail./

No IMs. No emails. No/

reasons to express.

If I only send you emails and chat,
it will likely keep me
from that
vulgarity
that so threatens
the kind of friends
we want to be.

Should each email, text/
or IM get a response?/
Do you say “Hi!” back?

I thought breaking up/
through email was awful. No./
Silence is much worse.