More

There is the inferred,

between

the lol

and the <3.

 

I linger there,

believing there is more:

more heart,

more depth,

more intrique.

 

I picture a place,

the characters,

the conflict to be resolved,

and that’s where

I most want to stay.

 

In plots, 

in points well taken,

in words that convey it perfectly:

stories,

images,

feelings.

 

Borne up and out,

of texts 

and emails,

sent through the air.

 

How do the words stay intact?

 

And there,

in what’s not said,

in what might have been said,

if you called,

if I did:

 

I 

go.