I should stop typing.

Should let the conversation breathe,
       let the last message

       be the last.

But—

What if I don’t?

What if there’s just one more thing?

Not important,
    urgent,

    not even interesting.

Just something.

Something to keep the thread from fraying,
          to keep the space between responses

          from feeling like space at all.

I don’t have anything new to say.

No updates, no revelations.

But somehow,
    silence feels like…

    the wrong punctuation.

So I send another.

Just a thought.

Just a line.

Just a reason—
     to see her name
     light up my screen…
                        one
                           more
                               time.