Waiting

I wait, wait and wait to hear from them. It doesn't ache nor does it hurt. It's a prolonged perpetual waiting. I wait for that little icon on my phone screen, I wait for that flash of red light indicating new mail. I take the phone in my hands expectantly and I put it down, and then I take it again and put it down again. Expectance. One is better off without it.

The other day's question mark "?" made my day. It still brings a smile on my face.

And now I wait. For another smile or a question mark or maybe even an exclamation point "!" !!