you can feel
the uncertainty in the touch
most days
long pauses,
trembling fingers...
perhaps a slight shake in the hands
a fair five minutes
looking me in the face
after each foray
hand drops from chin,
eyes grow wide
and the clicking away
becomes non-stop
and aggressive
head tilts
lip-reading a line or two
head shakes either yes or no
chair leans back
scanning the whole from afar;
a few terminal clicks
public, save,
then power, sleep...
and I see no more
Okay, so I own an Acer...it's called poetic licence, kids.
Day 18, NaPoWriMo...an event from a participant, not the first person.