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(A Poem, Kinda)

The cursor hovers over the link.

It teases me with a wink; telling me that I am not going to get it.

My insecurities swarm me in the time I sit here willing my finger to move.

I click it and off it goes, the list of my qualifying properties.

Proof of my willingness to give my all.

Then the waiting.

The silence stretches, for days, weeks.

Too long.

I break the silence, but I am screaming into a void, drowning in the sounds of all the others who are screaming, vying for the same.

Loud and yet so silent.

The wheel never stops.

Here you go, are you buying what I’m selling? No, time to move on.

How about you? No?

So, on and on I go until we find one another.

Not either’s first choice, but truly happy to be picked.