
In this time of crisis;
Although we only talk through the computer,
Never meeting, eye to eye,
We are friends, family,
Not strangers.
What could you do for me
Without touching my hand;
Without seeing my tears;
Without hearing the pain in my voice?
Your friendship comes through
With each time you write me.
You read my novella of an email.
Your hugs are felt
With each supportive word.
I see your hand offer me a
Tissue for my tears.
I see your eyes never wavering
From my sad eyes.
I see you push your hair behind your ear to
Hear me better.
I feel your arms around me,
While we just sit,
Quietly,
And then say goodnight.