© 2012 RC deWinter ~ All Rights Reserved
Getting the Good News
Her smile warms me, he said,
yet beaming with pride
because someone finally recognized
his strength and beauty
and let him know it.
At last, he said,
I don’t have to hold hands
with my keyboard all night,
typing unheard messages into a darkness
that can neither be explored nor understood.
She makes me laugh, he grinned,
and it feels so good
to sit across the table
from a friendly face.
The food tastes better, the wine is richer,
and who needs dessert
when a giving heart is waiting?
He looked away, embarrassed,
knowing we’d come close
to going there ourselves.
But, time and circumstances
being what they were,
it never happened.
My smile was steady and sincere
as I told him how glad I was
that his caul of loneliness
had been torn away,
that he was feeling
warmed and loved and wanted
after all those months of solitary silence
broken only by the cold electronic beep
of far-away friends he’d never seen
typing into the night.
And I am glad,
because my friend
who so deserves to be
His happiness has ripped
a ragged wound
in my self-spun cloak of camaraderie,
dependent as it is on the vagaries
of hairthin wire
and the unknowable mysteries
of the unseen ether.
© 2000, renewed 2012 RC deWinter
Digital oils from a photograph by Chris Glickman.
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