I always wonder if,
if this wide webbed world didn’t exist
and we weren’t “friends” and
I couldn’t see your life in pieces or in bits,
would I be able to know you?
Not to know your favorite movie or ice cream
but to know what makes you tick, laugh,
and what kind of dreams you dream.
If we saw each other on a street one day,
while waiting for a train,
I bet we would become friends,
not so distant, not so strange.
Although you wouldn’t have known at first
about my quirks or my personality,
you would have found out, through time,
without the help of your brightly lit screen.