My heart lays upon your open palm
As you watch through hooded eyes
I see your fingers twitch with
As you weigh the pros and cons
The spot ripe for exploit isn’t found
But you didn’t know that yet
Passwords to vulnerable hearts are not kept
At the bottom of a desk drawer
Time stands still as we both wait
Since the next move is yours
There isn’t a team on standby
To restore the damaged infrastructure quickly
Perhaps there is a market for that
Since exploits make the rounds regularly
Did either of us anticipate the mess?
It isn’t called heartbleed vulnerability for naught.
Inspiration – I work in IT and found the name of this exploit out of character for the business. Sitting at my desk one day I played mentally with a comparison with relationships. Silly ditty, but perhaps a bit of truth in there as well.
Hi great reading your bblog
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This spoke to me. I so do not enjoy that time space of vulnerable waiting but it does happen often among singletons. Love your poetry!!
Thank you Brenda. Spreading my wings to find that wind to continue moving forward. The encouragement is well-appreciated 🙂