I went to reply

to her reply.

A missive passed between lovers.

Casual lovers,

just a little more than friends

with benefits.

Except we haven’t really

found what the benefits are yet.

Sometimes I hope, though.

But I went to reply,

typing out my heart

making sure I edited in my desire,

checking the spelling

on my most decadent thoughts.

Then I hit delete,

to exorcise my remorse

and lost the message.

It was as if it never happened.

I never replied.