It's You

“I’m going there,” she typed

as her whole story

showing a picture of "there"

that’s it

nothing else.

When? I replied in a comment.

“What do you mean, when?”

When?

Tomorrow?

Xmas?

2024?

When?

It would have made the story a little better, I added.

“What?” she replied.

I didn’t type anything

I waited

“Why aren’t you answering?” she asked.

I was waiting for the what

and now

I’ve also got the why

here it comes.

“What the fuck?”

You already said what, I replied.

“Come on, M! Where are we going with this?”

The where arrived.

And then there was one.

“What? Who? But it’s you.”

No! It’s you, my love.

It’s always been you, I said to her

as she appeared behind me, smiling

blue outside with a scarlet heart.