Once upon a time
in the social network race
you and I met
in Cyberspace.
Divided by lines:
longitude, latitude;
we鈥檝e typed and texted
tears, gratitude.
Now we鈥檙e closer than neighbors;
in tune like a song.
(and your dog never leaves
doodoo on my lawn.)
Some say it鈥檚 not real.
How can it be?
How can you trust
what you can鈥檛 see?
But you sense when I鈥檓 down.
This is holy. Sublime.
(Alright, not exactly.
But it makes a good rhyme.)
You鈥檝e read me at my worst.
You鈥檝e read me at my best.
You鈥檝e loved me all the same;
forgiven typos, and the rest.
You鈥檙e a microbyte of madness,
and sunshine, and fresh air.
(And faster than FedEx,
so I know
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