There you are
Old wound which is now just a faint scar
So old in fact that
One struggles to remember how long back far
But you exist and I know you watch me
Suddenly out of the blue
You pop on my frequent contact list
And I wonder how, when I never ping you?
The silent opening and closing of a chat
A wish to reach out
And yet a will to not
Leaves me wondering what you would like to say and do not.
Not that it would change things
But it would be nice to speak
Maybe as nothing more than an acquaintanceAt least it would end any of the “what did he want to say anyway” suspense