excellent im
All night i've set here reading through all the lines. Wondering what transpired to make things seem so strange.
All kinds of new faces and friends who no longer speak.
Time melting the night into morning and my mind drifting
into its on slowed down pace to cruise.
Many friends have left, many have found their mates.
Me I just set here and type, and, type, and, type.
Thinking more as the sun peeks in to let me know, another day.
So much on my mind and so much I need to do. But I just set here typing on this keyboard. with nothing really to do.
This is the life this internet explores. And us, guinia pigs
to its lure and prisoners to its touch.
I think of all my friends and all who are feeling bad.
Just to reach out and hug some would be so dam far-out.
To watch their faces when I knocked on their front door.
And as they opened the door I would be smiling so big and say here IAM, with a hug and hello, and a cup of coffee to set and chat. But not on this machine, but with them in-person.
Face to face. I have been lucky to have a week spent here.
But now I must make plans to get back into my work.
And not be here. No love found to hold, no dates set to have
on my calender. No need for any reminders.
Just me alone here in type. Praying for everyone to be healthy and safe. Jumping in every post I can find trying to make some smiles. A few poems here and there. But with no one much who reads. So I find my fingers moving but my mind drifting away
to that place in my mind, we call sleep.

Well written... perhaps you'll find solace in your sleep!
Perhaps you'll find love, in your tomorrow...