“Our knowledge has made us cynical
Our cleverness, hard and unkind
We think too much, and feel too little.”
- Charles Chaplin
as I lay awake at night,
watching Seinfeld or something,
sometimes I text you
just to see if the little
Delivered comes up underneath the message,
just because what the hell.
it never does,
yet still I try,
sending things like
Whatcha listening to?
Still dancing, I hope.
Remember laughter?
and I am happy
nothing ever happens,
because I wouldn't know what to do
if you wrote back,
and I certainly wouldn't be able to sleep
if it said Delivered.