Behind these words are fingers

attached to corporeal being

a universe away yet right beside you, breathing

 

We speak we exhibit we opine we wander

we meet here or elsewhere briefly

we develop rapport, or repelling

 

Virtual and physical crossover

barriers remain as barriers lift

sometimes trust sometimes commonality, caring

 

Exchanges effect changes

Revolutions Reverie Revelation.

 

Not a sound I heard for weeks now

but our project works like that, with gaps

either you withheld or I wasn’t listening

 

No matter I’ve never seen your face

I have seen you clearly, there on a hilltop, unveiled

your arrangement of words hope flowers in sunshine

 

I will miss your brilliant light and excellence

the gentle brutality of your wisdom, your truths

and your presence behind the words I read.
Goodnight, my virtual friend

Go lightly on your journey

Goodnight.