We’ve never touched hands;
But I know you better than I know my neighbors;
Our eyes have never looked upon each other in person;
But you see me–and sometimes, through me–better than almost anyone else;
Through our electronic conversations you’ve seen me at my worst and at my best and when I couldn’t make up my mind to be either;
And I have heard your struggles and your story;
At times I’ve been glad you couldn’t see me cry as you told me what you survived;
If I had one wish in compound parts it would be;
To hold you;
And make our pain stop.
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Beautiful, just beautiful. Christina, I like this poem a lot.