The lonely little girl pressed key after key in hopes of filling herself up;
The silence was a battle
She had lost long ago
And now the only sound left
Was the click-clack of the keyboard
And the puff of her own breath.
Her eyelids occasionally close
And then open again to stare at the screen
She cannot hear her heart beat though she knows that it must be there.
Her tongue moves over her crackled lips
And again she stares at the screen
Searching for space.
Someone once told her something important
But she has lost the energy and the will to remember what that was.
The silence is hateful
But it brings her peace, sometimes.
There used to be someone she loved
But now they love another
She dislikes typing that down
And takes a deep breath
That breaks the silence
Which frightens her.
The click-clack of the keyboard is a lonely companion
But she does not mind-
She thinks that even a keyboard sometimes needs a friend.
