It took a while
For her to admit it.
She stroked, one by one, the square keys her fingers knew so well
faded letters rubbing acrosssss
the pads of her fingers and oh, how she loved the feeling of the once-sharp edges against her skin.
A few clicks from the mouse, until he told her, oh, spit it out already
And she sighed, a faded yellow, resigned sound and threw her arms into the air
Okay, fine, you win. I haven't written a thing in weeks...