Lonely

I email you, to feel the elation when you respond.

I didn't think you would.

When you did I felt hope

For the first time in years.

Back and forth, once.

We made it nearly a whole conversation without making each other mad.

Incredible.

It's over.

My emails go empty now.

Ignored.

Silent on the other end.

I mean

I got something out of it

Didn't I?

Not really.

That's just the truth.

I talk to you in person but only on a rush of impulsivity.

I want to be friends with everyone

In a world where all people do is snap at anyone who tries to reach out.

I swear I'm nice.

I'm outgoing.

It costs nothing to be kind.

Would it kill you to return a smile instead of being mean?

It hurts,

Even if I don't know you.

Even if I did, once.

It hurts.

And still,

My emails are never returned.