Timed Out

This afternoon I wrote you a long email.
It was the longest email I have ever written.
You asked "how's my week going?"

I wrote about everything.
The good stuff and the bad.
I wrote about my feelings.
I wrote about every nasty detail
of my dispair, and about the
beauty of the recent rain, my son's
broken arm, and dancing and music.

It took me an hour to write this email.

By the time I hit the "SEND" button,
my session had timed out and my
words had disappeared into the ether.

To make a long story short:

I love you.