Having Fun, Then ....

I thought about you the other day, my online friend.

Wondered why I hadn't heard seen you in a while,

and hoped all was ok with you.

I was with friends having fun, enjoying the chat going on.

Then in a nearby conversation, I heard your name.

I was having fun, then heard you had died of a stroke, maybe.

You were young, under 30.

I had no idea what you looked like, and didn't really care.

It was nice just to chat with you, to share stories, lives, and ideas.

After getting home, I facebooked you, so now I know what you look like,

who your friends are, who cared about you besides me.

But what you looked like don't matter.

For what I miss is your heart.

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Forgot

I taught two classes,

but I forgot my glasses.

I could not see

if I had students,

or it was just me.

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Phobia

I want to move forward,

so plans I make.

The first step of my plan awaits.

My phobia comes around,

filling me with fear and dread.

I stop, I go nowhere.

Friends listen to me,

and support me.

Step one is accomplished.

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