Where Words Run Dry

By Ariel Tay

Words run dry
Alas even thought fails.
The invisible wound,
-the pain it ails.
Strangers
Both so completely different
but in one desire the same.
Yet the words don’t come
From lack of opportunity
or of commonality-    neither knew.
And so she sits, appearing offline,
She stares on at the his status, ‘Available’.
With nothing to say,
-in this state,
they may as well stay.

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