He spoke to me
even though it was of simple things,
I felt sane.
To see his face
even though it was in cyber space,
I felt sane.
I have a friend left in this world
who means more to me
than I to him
and that is fine.
Just fine.
I feel crazy to hear his name,
to think of him.
But to talk to him,
to see his face,
brings me back to light again.
She is so sad.
I know what they say.
But who cares what others think?
Not I,
for only I know THIS pain.
So much for happily ever after...
I let it slip from my fingers.
All I have now are scrapes of memory
bits of hope,
and fleeting chances
of interaction.
In this way...
only...
have...
I felt sane.
