I sit alone thinking
About this person I have barely just met
Intrigued by her words
Trapped in her net
I’ve had a glimpse into her life
Yet never gazed deep into her eyes
I have sensed the warmth of her smile
I know, I smiled at the same time
Her beautiful voice and laughter
Electronic whispers from afar
I have touched and been touched by her
Without ever holding her in my arms
Eyes closed – fantasy wide open
I’ve drawn a picture in my mind
The mere beginning of a portrait
Of which the colors are still undefined
Who is this person I have barely just met
Who is this person I’ve not really met –
YET
C.M.P ‘11’
