Suspense

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 acquaintance

At least it would end any of the “what did he want to say anyway” suspense