In just over half an hour,
i will send a mail to you.
It will tell you what i am thinking,
and of how much i miss you.
If it were not for the internet,
how would we ever communicate.
Another form of contact,
our lives would complicate.
Its not easy now,
trying to steal some time.
You have finished a night shift,
and you need to get some shut eye.
But in that golden zone,
you find time to read.
And send me back an e-mail,
which i really need.
