It's funny how easy it has become
to break someone's heart.
Mere seconds of fingers flying across a keyboard
is enough to shatter their world,
and the only warning they get is
three little dots...
Then there's nothing but silence...
and they're left to pick up the pieces
of the cracks that go deeper
than just the screen.
Cracks that can't be fixed by a kiosk or by mail-order replacement.
No. These cracks...
they're permanent.
Words seem to hurt more when you have to see them laying in front of you...