logic as his
words spill out in endless
paragraphs on the computer screen;
future prospects in the dozens
with possible future regrets;
too many things for
one girl to wrap her
and she's glad
he can't see her fists clenching
and her typing growing into violent
stabbing of the keyboard
and she wishes that
the problem would solve itself--
another notification on the screen
and she can't close the computer on him.
The curse of the softhearted friend.