I can’t stand to look at you like this:
blank and empty
waiting to be filled in with symbols
some sort of decipherable language.
so i just type these letters because
I don’t like the blank stare you give me;
And you might not like what text you
eventually are filled with.
that empty stare is… well,
so I keep typing, typing, typing
so that I don’t have to look
at that lifeless misery;
the blank page.