Friday night

by pam   Jul 12, 2008


Surrogate hugs
virtual kissing
not quite the real thing
still...
godsend in-between
filling gaps of missing
keeps me going
till our next meeting

the computer is
the proverbial tunnel
where I wait every night
to see your
icon's green light
my typo screwed outright
as I torture my keyboard
and clutch the mouse tight

alas...
it's friday night
i'll just go
watch the moonlight
if you are watching it too
you can perhaps see me
bidding you goodnight

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