I leaf through drifts of paper assigning letters like decoration.
Connected to each letter is a life a dorm room a Facebook page a beating heart a family eagerly awaiting .
My fingers move across a keyboard calculating
The sun rises and falls in wider swaths each day
The drifts melt and then accumulate again
I look up from my desk and see
a lovelorn face
a wall of bricks
branches with their promises of blossoms.