Words on the Wind
On-line relationships
I do not know what I really ownSomething held by me all alone. Something I can show for all to seeAn object that belongs to only me. The most valued is not really a thingBut happiness and joy to me it brings. It is just words appearing on my screenThey speak to me of what may have been. They come to me in messages on endWe talk together and then hit send. A friend out there I will never seeTis the only way it will ever be...