I type your name into space.
A multitude of emotions follow.
I want to see what you’re up to, but I pray that you aren’t up to no good.
Chances are non-existent that my search will retrieve a positive story.
Instead I get to relive past disappointments.
As long as they are in the past they provide a sense of relief.
Nothing new…no new worry.
I can swallow and take a breath again, and take on my cold hearted demeanor once again.