My text: Heavy rain and lunch here
Her text: Cloudy with a chance of tacos here
We texted on and off through lunch. Me at
work; she at home. Great line, my dear.
Shifts in the weather prompted more
texting, more emoticons, more expressions
of love as tidbits of electronic verbal intimacy.
Closer in text than in person these days.
Both of us are exhausted; taking a pounding
from life and anything else I can think of.
We are more than our texts! But she was
more clever and loving than we both knew.
It is cloudy with a chance of tacos.