Screen flickering, shadows dance round the room.
Blinds pulled, curtains drawn, a mirror reflects
Scrubbed face and wet tousled hair.
She sits cross legged on the bed
And with rapt attention scans the screen,
Hands poised above the keyboard,
Waiting for the call.
Her eyes dart from screen to screen as
Restless emptiness fills her.
Another night, a lonely night,
Waiting for the call.