Don't Text Me

Silent screams out into the ether. She feels her hands shake. Why does this have to happen? Why is there only problems that need solving? She put her phone face down on the kitchen table. She closed her eyes, saw his face appear in her imagination. It was him, but it also wasn't him. A strange version of someone she once loved. Was he younger? Was he lighter? What was it that was slightly different. She wanted to hug him once more. Put her head in the nape of his neck. Dance with him once more. Love him once more.