Those three little dots appear

The excitement, elation, and wonder in what could happen after those thoughts form into words 

If only I could burst those bubbles lIke hitting a pinata at a kid's birthday party 

Sweet things would come pouring out of those bubbles

 

Those pesky three little dots appear, disappear, and reappear

Over and over again

They haven't made up their mind

So fickle like a lady picking out her outfit for the day

 

Then they stop

Maybe a shiny object distracted the sender

Or maybe those words weren't meant to be

Not for me

Not now

Not yet

Maybe never again

Maybe they wanted to say this is 'The End'

But maybe those kinds of messages are better left unsent