The Cyber Letter

to you my cyber friend…

We met at a place

where every weird stuff happens

and all of the people

think of nothing, but sex.

I was on a search

for the most impossible thing, maybe

but there you were –

your window Just popped And asKed about mE.

I gleefully replied to your message,

stranger as you were,

you asked for my place and age;

questions here and there.

It wasn’t rough knowing you -

at least, small details about you.

You cheered me up

even at the slightest form of it.

When it was about time for me to go,

you wished me luck

and asked for my digits,

and I thought it was the end of it.

Yet, we were able to communicate -

messages were sent daily

and your calls were consistent.

It made me feel important, somehow.

As days passed, I was able to know you.

You were very humble and sweet,

then you suddenly dropped the bomb

- you’re in a serious relationship with someone.

It was painful,

although, I don’t have the right to be in pain.

I don’t know how it started,

and so you asked me – why?

It wasn’t my intention to fall;

falling shouldn’t be planned.

It shouldn’t be chronological.

It happened – and I was out of control.

And so I told you

we should end the phone calls.

I was afraid of getting used to it

- and was too afraid of getting hurt in the end.

So life has to go on without you.

You mattered to me

even at the shortest time

that we’ve known each other.

I failed to thank you

for the time you’ve shared with me,

for the laughter I’ve heard from you,

and for the smile you brought me.

Until then, when I see you;

and when we do, I wish you happiness.

And if you need someone to talk to,

I’ll be here waiting… always.