Virtual love/lockdown love has become quite the
She asked if she could write to me?
Delighted, I said yes, and so began a
Friendship, that spanned the internet.
No meeting place, no face to face, yet
What we had was real, a few shared
Words of poetry, a reason to believe.
That someone out there came across,
The same cold world as I, not exacrly
Empty, more a lack of happy times.
Here we had a space to write, to chat
About our lives, to hear of all the little
Things, ‘it rained quite hard last night’.
Exchanging dreams and notions in
A world that never was, passion in
The small hours, a very nearly kind
Of love. White sheets and feather
Pillows, hearts that skip a beat,
Would you, could you, think of me,
Before you fall asleep?
Tender moments locked in time, though
Many miles apart, but skin close every
Word we wrote, sincerity at heart. And
Still the memory lingers, and still the
Words were true, a virtual kind of love,
My love, fond words from me to you.
© Joseph G Dawson
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