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Rated: E · Poetry · Emotional · #1846948
A poem about a bad week and wishing I had a friend with me to hold my hand.
Losing Touch

         Friends, we are losing touch even in this modern age.

With Facebook and email

You don’t really know the mood I am in.

         

The other day I ran into this dog.

He barked and growled

He wouldn’t let me pass him.

Finally the owner called him off

And I was on my way.



But you had to be there to see how I felt.

Or hear the emotion in my voice.

Because online I don’t tell you everything.

The words, I wish you were here now. Say it all.



And now facebook is saying get rid of what you don’t

want others to know

cause otherwise it’s staying.



LIke I am not going to even put up my traffic ticket and days in court

for the world to know.

Let these who do, do and I'll be satisfied.

But calling for a public defender I'm having a hard time doing.

I wish someone were here to help me even if its just to hold my hand.



But back to my story, I wish you were there my true friends

Either to hold my hand when I need calm and company.

Like I need it now cause while I’m online playing games

my hands maybe cold and shaking from fear and anxiety.

Or anger from things people are saying.



One day a friend not knowing old news asked how some relative was doing.

The relative had passed away bless their soul.

But thinking of them set me to crying.

I told him they were gone and used some fancy words

to say he had started me crying.

He didn’t understand so I explained.

But I felt bad, had I hurt his feelings?

He surprised me and understood.



So tell me to be clear if you don’t understand

My fancy writers words.



Now email is a great thing I can tell you news so quick

But once again I might not tell you everything.

Unless you  can read between the lines.

Snail mail is just fine too but letters can get lost.

As much as writing is a comfort to my soul.



So if you think you see something in my written words,

Ask, and I mean push, me to tell you what is happening

Or just exactly how I am feeling.

True friends, ask and I will tell.

But don’t feel hurt if I don’t tell for some of you.

If I don’t know you well enough to tell you and call you a true friend.

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