For twenty years now you have been away.
In a far away land where you choose to stay.
We see you only when you come home to visit.
We communicate by email most every day.
We keep up to date with current events.
We tell of our troubles our joys and our cares.
We ask each other advice because we are friends.
We got used to the email’s that’s all we had got.
But we cherished them all even if they were short.
Now for some time those emails have stopped.
It’s never the same when I open the box.
The pleasure I got every time I logged in.
To check for that email that you always sent.
I know for sure that you have passed away.
But I still look for your email nearly every day.
In the hope I will find one that just went astray.
If someday you get internet up there above.
Please send me a reply with your email address.
copyright 2007 Patrick J. Ronan