No New Messages Poem by Janet Macon


Tick, click
tick, click
it used to be the
lonely sounds of time
passing that
occupied my mind
but now it is the
incessant clicking
of the mouse
virtual worlds
replacing my real one
click, click
are you there
has anyone dropped by
today just to say
click, click
the anticipation
of a new friend
stopping by
is whisked away
by three little words
No new messages.