love@facebook.com.... continued

Evening  was hard
Exhausted she fell
Into her bed
And slept fitfully 

Their usual online  time 
Her eyes flew open 
She picked up her phone
He was still offline 

She sat quite still
Then selected his number 
His handsome dark face 
Smiled back at her

Eyes hot and dry
Smarting with unshed tears
She held the phone 
Close to her ears 

One ping and beep beep
Her number was blocked
Maybe she expected  it
For she cried no more

She slept like a log
She woke up really late
Walked hurriedly to the bus stop
The sun warming  her face

Her heart still bled
At the mere sight of his name
At some remote street corner
Sometimes somewhere sudden

Days went by thus
Her heartache grew slowly less
She got back into  her skin
Becoming herself  again

One day she joyfully woke up
To find herself whole
She had totally gotten over him
That scum, he bothered her no more

 She smiled into the mirror 
As she put on her brightest lipstick
Love@facebook  was only so much
It was just a matter of time!



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