Stuck Between the Lines

An email from a friend,
Has puzzled me very much.
Trying to figure out,
If a sensitive nerve I've touched.

Our conversation quite friendly,
Nothing out of the ordinary.
Like, "How does your garden grow?"
No tone from me contrary.

I'll admit I'm kind of wordy,
Can tend to bloviate.
Everything from soup to nuts,
About the day on my plate.

Wasn't bragging on me,
Asked him various questions.
Like how's his day going?
No need for a confession.

He was having his lunch,
While typing to me.
A break in the day,
A moment or two free.

So, I see this reply,
ALL CAPS ARE NOW TYPED.
Like he's shouting at me,
Maybe picking a fight?

Don't want to reply yet,
Or sarcastic to be.
I really like this guy.
Is he angry with me?

I decided to walk away.
Give me time to digest.
That's the problem with emails,
May not behave your best.

What you write can come out wrong,
Not realizing you may offend.
And, then the damage is done,
Once you click the mouse and send.

I returned to the email.
Asked if I should apologize.
Waiting now for a reply,
What's up with this guy?

Now I'm impatient.
With myself, just pissed.
For letting this get to me.
Is there something I missed?

He then typed he was sorry.
For making me feel flustered.
It was an accident, unintended.
CAPS got stuck with peanut butter.