Giving into the unbearable temptation,
borne of love, of hope, of fear, and
maybe even a little desperation,
I surf through your photos once more.

Once more, I stare at the screen,
not quite comprehending the sight,
images of a house, gleamingly white,
with a Talon parked in the drive.

A shudder, a shiver, a fission of fear,
the worst envisioned, I am blinded by tears.
"What does this mean?" A desperate cry.
And once more, I sit, waiting for a reply.